ELINOR

She’s got everything she needs,
She’s an artist,
She don’t look back
— Bob Dylan

She’s a lady — we honor the belle in her
And the most refined values that swell in her

Our artist in residence
In the Office of Presidents —

Our friend — our fabulous Elinor

With the Cosmic Administrators that dwell in her
And the force of evolution impellin’ her

She moves like an arrow
Down the straight and the narrow —

Our almost enlightened dear Elinor

With the experiences of Brahman that well in her
She’s is cosmic — every last cell in her

She’s zooming forth
Facing east (or else north) —

Our properly-oriented Elinor

When Elinor’s pumped there’s no quellin’ her
But she works too hard (no one is spellin’ her?)

Staying up late
For a sign that can’t wait

Our infinitely-flexible Elinor

A poet — she’s one of the bards
The creator of Jayanti cards

Argiro aesthetics —
Visual poetics —

She’s deserving of royal regards

Elinor! She’s elegance, eloquence
Composed of such excellent elements

May her glories be sung
As she tiptoes among

The herds of our dear sleeping elephants

Elinor! She’s highly respectable
Electable, connectable, collectible

No shadow detectable
Perfectly perfectable —

And her cooking’s extremely delectable

There’s something we need to be tellin’ her:
There are very few people excellin’ her

By whatever measure
This lady’s a treasure —

Our much adored birthday girl, Elinor

Happy birthday, Elinor!

August 26, 2009