poetry - jack sender - all of my life
struggling into the weekend.
no birds, no animals. not around today.
it is completely quiet today.
there is no problem reading my head. my ideas.
i desire to write some good words, and fear to proceed.
yesterday I read my journals of trips to Mexico, Costa Rica and Italy.
fun to recall, return, live again. should i reprint all, make more work of it?
right now i am taking it easy, getting through rough times.
keep going simply, i am.
no bucket fulls. we're going easy now.
a dab at a time.
always lights have something to do with snow loading days. It Seems snow is on the way. They say. But hey, but we're out of the big fall. measure up.
the coast east will feast on it, the white cold wet.
I look now and it seems sleepy out here.
out there, you know.
hey, it's pretty. and sleepy.
Ohio winter is light, not yet effective.
only Covid 19 is pronounced.
January will begin another world
as trump is on his way away.
