been promising

 how much and when?

saying rain's coming again.

oh, yes we keep hearing the song ... we do.

sharpen that tune and get ready.

there is more to do here for readers.

can't limp along with half a voice.

i'm expecting more out of me.

for you now.

first class discard

 today i threw out papers I'd held on to

for more than fifty years. 

precious nothings.  My things in ruin i've held to enlighten

the dark side of the moon.

time to let my old papers go.

no stamp necessary.

begone.  first draft items

let old words dash along.

this is a love poem.

old paper love

humidity

 get used to it.  it is the season.

  pay less  attention to what's difficult.

 i believe in you. 

walking in he rain.

that's one you don't often hear.

substitute thinking plugs the flow. 

float along, that's the song.

water's nice.

enjoy the melody. 

Starched

 can you tell

we're running summer out

a day at a time. 

sure am happy

for what we're holding.  

fire up some star bursts, dark nights,

lightening bugs to keep it spooky.

melodies in my mind are buried so well

i hardly have to pull'em out.

Coming down

 have never seen it rain so hard.                          a gambler played the weather card.

 in five minutes must have rained a pound;

then it stopped. there came no sound.