Thursday, March 28, 2024

Without notes

 

Last night I had it planned.

Meri watched five jumping rabbits this morning.

They’re more organized than we are.

John Keats 1795 - 1821

The Protestant cemetery in Testacio.

Ode to the poet.






Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Wet early

 

Already rained hard this morning.

Will take my pills and start the day.

Sleep carried me through dreamland.

I’m set for rabbits in Spring.





Jazz neo ?

Monday, March 25, 2024

Where is jazz mio?

 I hear it is on WCLV

Monday again

 

While still cold

Near the end of March

Toast is tasty 

Sky is mostly blue

The day seems heating to wonderful 

I’ll bargain we’re going for a good one.

The eclipse may have its day.



Sunday, March 24, 2024

A break

 

Taking it easy because it’s Sunday again.

All is going slowly 

Later today we’ll have an idea

How it went, what we need to do.



Saturday, March 23, 2024

Covered white

 

Day begins quietly coated to the hilt.

Every branch and stem to be seen .

The padding silently fell

Reaching every spot, missing 

Not a dot


Good Morning nearly Spring 

Come hearty before us.

The time is right;

Mend spring



Friday, March 22, 2024

Orion fur finder


cast over the rolling waters 

On the dawn of a new day

A Welcoming for all into springtime.

You and I included 

Keep running in shadows



Thursday, March 21, 2024

Been waiting

 

Doctor Ta jour today for me

Back again and pleased to see Seif.

He’ll check me up and out.

Happy for his work I  am.



Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Matching on

 

The corner is lit

Having a small fit

Outsized and charging 

With lights on low, pleasant.

Showered and cleaned 

A dusting of snow last night

Passing on to spring 

As soon as we can

For us all 

Standing together 



Monday, March 18, 2024

Swim or

 

Sometimes the alterations decorate

Well in a room

And on the wall.

We need a car with a new large interior 

Superior to what we have

Although it’s easy to get along 

With the same o , don’t chew know.

Lets decorate our way,

Way outa here.




Sunday, March 17, 2024

Sailing

 

On the open sky we sail long and free

You and me in the blue 

The happy two

Smile lovingly,

How it should be.

Me and you

The happy two sailing on, and on.





Saturday, March 16, 2024

Still wanting

 

All the work for Jeep.

Then I needed an agent.

Somebody made money on my work.

Perhaps another opportunity will come my way.


Although old I’ll stay sharp as I can.



Friday, March 15, 2024

On the way

 

Chris will lead the jazz orchestra tomorrow eve.

It is the session of the year every time

The groups of fifty are top musicians 

Well rehearsed and ready to perform.

I‘m anxious for the air to be broken

at Finney Chapel in luminous harmony 


Sandro died in Calci;

Giacomo got a new heart valve in Trestevere.

A difficult time.




Thursday, March 14, 2024

City fix truck

 

Large Red lights on back

Very bright. Two yellow spinners on top

A circular brush on the street below front bumper

Much mechanical groaning noise five minutes not moving 

Then all is gone




Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Looping by

 

In the sky today 

Birds circling land on the wire

After the other 

Hardly staying, only testing their morning wings.

See what brings, what sticks

In  their ritual of new flying tricks 

To remain a while they shift belly weight to balance 





Monday, March 11, 2024

Schedule followed


Keeping on the mark to start
Behind and the initial spark
When dark has parted
My intentions have begun 
Across the sky of blue
Welcome day, I’ll follow you


Saturday, March 09, 2024

Sunny rain

 

Didn’t happen.  Rain came, swept in.

Sun remained behind clouds.

Two walkers were poured upon 

The weather will swirl in predictions 

We’ll have to wait to see how it goes.




Friday, March 08, 2024

Nothing novel

 

Cloud cover sans moisture 

We tolerate the heavy grey

Days like this until relief

Think the last of winter will be brief 

Completely still as we look out.

Nothing moves.

Not a fresh breath breaks stillness.

Not track of hooves


People get ready, song by Curtis Mayfield.

I asked to write with him 

He said he writes alone.

Curtis mayfield  1942 - 1999


9:53 a car went by.







Wednesday, March 06, 2024

Caught up

 

A Wednesday and fog some.

A bluebird out in front, kitchen side 

To see Monica this noon.

Another nothing doing day.

Will put together events 

Thinking engagements

Preparing for spring