lacking ticking

 

i can't hear it ticking.

upon trying i ascertain

it feels wound enough.

the porch is cold.

the clock is not keeping time in the traditional sense we think of ticking and moving clock parts. not running seems to sum the clock lack of movement. i last checked this morning. it must have been running. i remember no strain or alarm to get it going or worry bout the clock's condition. i surely didn't write a poem about it then.

clock tocking is now in absence.

also ticking is gone.

with this note quiet is registered.

presure in your tires

 one of the easiest things to do.

keep tires up...then one day wham.

 you've seen it happen when you don't expect it, you're suddenly

looking down on misery, not always yours thank god, everyone has a turn.

it happens all around...or used to, yes, misery.  they're making 

better tires than they used to. we used to look down and find a state of distress...

well, yeah.  remember patching tires. a while ago. this is miserable truth.

i am not kidding. on the good side when things are fine we can pull over on the road side 

chew a twig of grass, oh, and sit on a

 knoll, enjoy the view. your tire is okay,l

just relax...take it easy for a while. you're not in a hurry. it's a good sunshiney day.

a month keeper

 seems the weather and the date is where i can be.

the weather because i see it out the windows,

the date because we're doing a quick slip out of February.

i like the month because it's my birthday time.

i don't wait all year for it, but maybe i do.

it's a familiar marker, more than Christmas and other holidays.

and it's in my head because it is only special to me.

familiar, more than special. i know the month well;

cold, snow and my birthday.

crunching water waves

just a picture...in mind,

then it became me, on the sand

near the sea. one foot In

 feeling exquisitely warm water

 such a fine sunshine day.

 we welcome the exchange

standing by in the water. ready to walk

in a while.splash in up to our chin, go ahead fold over, then look around ... rolling

where we  are.  Like waves, we're rolling.

2.

remember a few days ago how the snow melted when winter collapsed,

seems the bottom dropped out of it.

the heavy winter cold had gone away.

it's not even April. not close.

the snow season was ripped out from under us.

No skiers. No complaints.

3.

look how shopping i found little discs of chocolate, on the top shelf.

write those candies down, will you? then scratch them off the list, go on.

lover make sure there is not a trace of those little buggers

bugers and buggers...two guh's i suppose.

candy anyway. 

now, zooming, should we wear our Sunday clothes?

warm feeling, i know. scarf on.

meanwhile, mechanical...

a scientific study to relieve the spot where literary pain...

let me phrase this, that, my hat...no cat

vines entwines, 

pile a stack...sticks, candle wicks

 my heart holds you back of mine, 

nick of time

sublime, so sublime.