Death Valley, California

 130 degrees Fahrenheit there.

and here in north east Ohio we have 

successive days of heavy downpours.

while the wealthy are preparing for ashould've 

quick launch into space to say "I did it."

meanwhile immuno compromised me

enjoys coffee at home.  so there!

how are you?

tall tree

 long wind whipper in green. 

bird holder and ring maker. 

slow standing and patient. 

every time i come up to see you you are still there, 

watching with no eyes. 

hearing with no ears.

 one long finger bent on the wind.

heavy rain

 and thunder ... surround us.

sounds of storm rumble on.

 hard rain swept in quickly.

 now it is cooler.

weather is quiet this day after.

one i've used previously.

 lone thoughts

tend to go on

like repetitious

melody

in company 

they are able

to produce good

harmony

No title

 here this poem sans title

spins solo,

going gearless,

blasting idle.

Make over together this vacation day

Taking back roads quickly,

up then down,

rolling smooth this bright, sun shine day.

 

a tall glass of ice tea and a hot dog seems fine,

and a comfortable place to sit down.

have to come to  rest.

make sure it's a decent, summer chair ...

 

a light straw, large-brim hat would 

keep the sun off my face.

don't want to bake; just relax.

we'll talk, finish our snack

 and plan what's next.

Permission

 Another era it seems for us to see

 waking to good remembers.

Oh; yeah the summer shines in 

sun devine, yours and minds. 

without a pet to water and walk i'm happy.

best wishes to you.

that I can do,

wish one for you. surely.

---

Out and about

Don't want to hear.

The weather people are stuck

with that cliche.

Ok now, the next day

 front page morning articles

fill me with a covering of stars

...

Fireworks in New York 

They boom enough for you did they?

Twisting in their flight

Capping calm with excitement 

Topping off the holiday night

 sparkles red and blue, gold and white.

Smoke it up, Do it right.

Sleep it off. Sleep it off.

Hide now tight..

July so true

 the heat , clouds and storms 

Turn over in the sky.

now I need the old days when someone 

talked when they called.

right here what a great time of year,

even though the booms we hear

Fireworks in New York

Televised to the nation

I've  never seen so much smoke.

Clouds to the ground.

Booms the sound.

I'm getting to be a resistor .