change from the depth of winter

now look where we are.

different weather surrounds us,

not usual, it's warmer.

see out the window, the snow is melting there.

 

winter has collapsed, 

the bottom dropped out of it.

the heavy winter has been taken away.

carted off, ripped out from under us.

 i don't mind, although it seems  a portent of different  weather to come. 

                   ***

 

note here:i want a semicolon in this punctuation. i will have to wait to try again.

 a semicolon carries a certain flare.

read twice

 doesn't bother me to go back to read

a second time what i wrote. 

generally i always have to.

it's not easy to digest a poem the first crack.

is this good or normal? well, who is to worry?

i don't write them in one pass anyway.

Onward, ahead or so

 This is getting to first base with a poem.

to start i put nuts in a basket. Gathered are feelings and i called them nuts.

he reached into my mouth and unscrewed a post he put in to hold a crown.

i said that right. the post is loose, he(my friend the dentist)'s going to put in a larger post.

 (here my wife would say "he's not your friend, he's you dentist." and i'd say "he is too my friend.")

  now, on the next day.

I'm going back to (my friend) the dentist;

I'd rather avoid the thought, however, I respect the man. 

I'd look ahead happily If i had half a wit.

 i'm going to let him twist a larger screw into my jaw.

 

prediction spring

 yeah, i am melting snow

well, seeing it, not participating

it is too slow to watch snow melt.

i am warm inside looking out

take your time; you melt, i'll be here.

Rascals in line and around

there are a thousand people standing around and the new guy is asked:

"Are you here for your second shot, sir?"

new guy looked at the ceiling, thought before he said, "yes."

The guy who asked is in charge.

 he wore a dark blue shirt with a badge;

i remember him from the last time...the first time.

 He let's the line wait forever, that's who i remember and is dark blue whirt.

 

the next person in line, a woman, spoke out:

"are you going to let the line continue?"

these are not union volunteers. 

the man in charge looked, thought and paused,

 

then said, "Go. go. go."

i heard the man in charge ask: What color is your car?

in the majority there are only white cars, and grey.

"White".  I spun my head around for no reason, i just did.

 

"the man in charge turned to a girl and said, "when he 

comes back tell him he has  a white car".

the one telling and the one told are different ones.

so is the one he told.