THE JESTER

It takes a village

to make a village.

It takes many

to make a circle–

the Lover alone

can’t do the job,

nor can the Wise Man.

Invite Coyote in

and you’re half-way there,

half-way ‘round the mulberry bush,

well on your way to popping

the proverbial weasel.

A kingdom is nothing

without the mockery

and impunity of its Jester.

Just ask the Immortal Bard,

he’ll tell you:

that, measure for measure,

love’s labor’s not lost

as long as you look 

to the comedy of errors 

for your answers.