cool some

not really cold,
it's nearly wonderful.
in fact yesterday morning
we worked outside;

then in the afternoon,
after a bowl of rice from Kim's,
we did more clean-up work outside.
well, yeah, i played a while on the piano,

made plans and thought some.
i could've worked more i suppose
but i wrote a few lines,
see how that goes, look for an idea,

then get back to reading
 or trying to think;
one good starting point for tomorrow.
it'll be colder then again, they say.

hey, there's a guy
or gal walkingover
in a hazmat suit.
act normal.

saturday afternoon at the mall

drove to the
parking area
in front of the Walmart
in Elyria. watched
twenty, large
black and white geese
walk on the lawn.
while meri looked
for a wheelbarrow
on her phone.

on the same page

hide under a cover
panic buying's around.
can you hover over me?
stores are empty, lover,

or jammed. look beyond the clover.
a virus caused the problem.
and that's not clever.
we're on the same page

again. i didn't turnip.
 got my foot caught in the spokes.
and don't like that same page stuff.
however, on my opening blog page

i did write "all of my life."
to sound like what it is.
then turnip occurred to me.
seemed appropriate at the time.

i should calm down.
scratch it out.
forget i wrote it.
need to return to feeling ... yeah.

count me in

1.97 for a gallon of gas.
sunny Monday.
had a donut.
that's the day.

here it is, going on.
shake the slips of paper
out of my pocket. old notes.
wonder why i carry them.

drove down a slow main street
passed Johnny's.
they're only serving takeout.
you can't sit in there and eat.
maybe tomorrow we'll try,
or in a few days
or in a month,
or in many months when i'm beaten down by this chaos.
what is happening here?
a killer disease is upon us.
where did it come from?
how about a solution.
can't we return to complacency?
give me slow motion.
a smile
a hug
and a coffee.

pandemic

global concern for
whatever we have going.
doctors may define our situation.

while we can do as always,
drive-by country fields,
look out the window and wonder
what everyone else is wondering.

it doesn't get much better than that.
oh, it could be warmer,
and places that sell ice cream cones
could be open, that'd be good.

mulch is

mulch is old dead leaves.
get ready. it's happening.
sure it's cold,
not terrible ... enough.
dry and quiet.

i'm moving slowly
 trying to figure what i'm doing today.
waiting a break toward spring,
make it more comfortable to be out.

see how the birds and squirrels feel
abou having people in their territory,
we're going to share with them;
they don't know it, though they
might have an idea,
 having seen us watching out the windows.

i'll cry for you ...
you won't turn me away.
you won't turn me away.