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then the mess decks provide chofast break

cholate milk 

for our breakfast cereal

earing old threads

like making old beds.

finding   room for all

while welcoming back the new and others

sisters and brothers 

let it summer 

 

 

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i look toward tomorrow's stamina.

to all

 heat and summer

 we'll take it.

 a baby bunny,

learns the run around. 

 

 

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 Annie, Tom ,  winter ran long

it's now summer, humming  along.

 

 

 

Albe called

 by good fortune i heard the call.

good to hear from him. 

 as time slips by.

 my friends remain dear.

 a warm spot for all.

better than the weather. 

 

so i

 so i often form a new idea,

write  and work it out.

walk away and forget it happened.

April 5 2026

was 70

going to 30. something tonight.

waiting for warmer.

not hotter.

waiting patiently.

stir me up a good spell.

call it summer.

winter again?

 odd weather continues.

 we must be a fraction from calamity.

it's serious. 

 

 warm, it rains; cold it snows.

easy comes, easy goes, 

 seems delirious

some how

this is the finish of winter;

or is it too early to end?

i have tea and am thinking, it's February,

as i watch a thickness of white flakes drop from the sky.

the rabbits are hidden,

had a terribly cold month.

now it's snowing heavily .again.

winter won't surrender.

dearest

 the year is ending,

aren't we all.

snow blowing through icy cold, currently. 

 

 my dearest friends 

Alessandro and Giacomo departed this year.

 ... oh my.

 forever close.

 forever.

 

chalk it up

 i fell twice this week.

the grand fall is autumn.

meri's sister and brother-in-law were here for a week.

 weather is fine.

 

now we continue the season.

 filling weeks with appointments.

the way to come and go.

naturally.  

 

 rabbits are around.

i'll give  them a welcome  when i can;

 a good feeling from my heart.

they usually show-up near sundown.

 

 

i love you

 

more than poetry,
summer days, hot dogs, warm sand, and baseball,
sweet corn, cross walks, my favorite books at the library.
green lights and Broadway musicals are nice,
so are pizza, ice cream and spaghetti.

you are the sun and moon and stars for me,

the clouds, the shining waves on the sea
practically, but not completely,
not everything, i mean, sure, i love you
but i’m not ridiculous

     

 

Side by the city

 90 degrees several days now.

A few days, cooking in and out. then ... 

now is cooler.  heat left. my order also went.

 i keep telling myself i will straighten out.

 

i'll be back

 okay, i'll be back.

times are busy.

my work bucket ls full. 

 

of hot air ... of course.

warm -  cozy - nothing more, but sufficient.

(now i'm trying to get out of it.)

 

hey, it's past bedtime, 

and other excuses -

piled together makes me sleepy. 

the point is lost

 the clippers she can't locate ...

dropped them. evidently.

so we'll find them. 

 in the yard they are. she knows.

 not far, bright colors.

 ,  

i told her first thing on the morrow

we'll find them ...

seems reasonable 

 i'm not sticking my head out ,...

not barely. 

 

under starlight

Take me by Fumicino,

stop to see how james and Alex are developing in their new home.

200 meters two floors.

 

keep out of hot weather.

Giacomo loves to drive us around.

He ‘s happy to drive.

 

let's see ... 

 pizza at Remos is next. what a surprise, 

 

i remembered before we'd been there, i heard it was good.

everything about the place; the decor, the clientele, the location

and of course, the pizza.

 

 G Ft try

 a swim is on the list.

 are we laughing enough?.

 

i quit smoking some years ago, 

but i'd like to roll one in that sweet Dutch tobacco..

 Alberto smokes it. 

 i'd recognize the blue and yellow package.

let's get under the stars.

Good idea.

flight

 the wings move quickly so i can't tell

where i am  moving along.

this day past the middle of june

and you know how important summer is during winter.

 

cause i'm  a jacket off, light shirt open person.

 Summer me baby .

 

identification

keep functioning.

skies are bright, loaded with stars. 

all is right. 

that one's Mars. 

Fish in Lake Erie

bobbing ... up and down. 

 i get lost, then return.

 the Pacific ocean and Baltic Sea are near by.

 walking Via Dei Cappellarr i was coming home.

  

 somehow i always mean this. 

always coming home. 

a smile and a wave.  

 the crumbling street ... the people on the way.

 

more to be said.

reasons never spoken.

remembering in a review.

younger then. 

riding it out

been happy for what is;

 boat writing 'bout puts me 

in return to there,

mainly Sausalito,

with my pals. eddie, Sifu Bob and Sifu Billy.

hard to dream better.

 

Again I fell

 Going backward a step or two.

Too much, I fell.

No time to think calculations about how to fall.

i know i didn’t dive.

just went down. 

Didn’t think first.

mercansa - almost

 

like that, near the aeroport,

i can't hold it all in my head. 

James is working; they have a house

two floors, 300 meters or three floors 

Alex is involved and Giacomo.

here in Ohio spring stays aloof.

 rains on and on

 

 

 

curry

 

a meal again and Meri did it well.

so it is a good repeat.

i'm working what i can, looking

for a place near Rome.

 myself seems to be half together.

While warmer has is around the corner.

Shiney wheels

 

Pull back, rush forward.

The deck is clear.

Seal the deal we’ve begun.

Flecks on the bay.

See ripples soft

Beginning on the corner of the  harbor.

Where we ‘ll sail, humming our sail song.

We’ll take the weekend.

 Geeze the air is good.

I’ve got the wheel.

Whirling word patch here

 searching for all the pieces.

while working on a dream.

look around carefully.

take some effort here.

 go slowly

look and i'll keep working on this

sailing gulls

 

water nearly calm.

movement when i look at it.

light -  breeze and boat traffic.

wonderful in Sausalito, 

here around San Francisco Bay. 

My eightieth birthday

 No one spells it out said Meri.

 

I woke up at six. Got up at 7.

eight ... ate yogurt and cereal.

rose to the stars.

 

Got an email - Alberto,

Says it’s his last winter,

i know he's not moving to Florida.

Gene Hackman passed, 95.

air is cold, spring is slow to begin.

still wearing my big coat, that's how i know.

i want spring.

Way over

 There, between the 

Last house and the sky.

The sun is coming on.

Good morning.