Moon ball

 the true story of how i held a ball

on the moon. 

the ball was not a sphere it

was a dance.  

i should have sold tickets

because Bezo and the other rich guy

that  went to space for a minute 

could each buy a million dollar ticket

and be eligible for the drawing and

win the yet to be determined prize. 

and i take organizer fees.

Okay?

Ok.  music is also to be determined

Daring

 

 

daring to be,

 a tough time for the world.

we move ahead cautiously. 

some live some die.

 we're here today in the spirit of together.

* * *

there is

global concern for how the world's going.

doctors  define our situation. 

while we  continue as always,

we drive-by crowded shopping center parking lots and wonder what everyone else is thinking.

***

some places have poetry on - or coming out of them

i’ve found poems by looking  at forgotten notes i left in the pockets
of jackets i haven’t worn for years,

***
i've found poetry on city streets, especially at corners,
in crowded stores when the music’s not too loud
 

on buses, on hot days in rain or snow, especially when traffic flows,

i see poetry outside when a cloud tilts a certain way,

in a coffee shop, when the waitress places the menu upside down on the counter and walks quickly a block away in her mind,

***
i feel poetry when touching an old wooden hand rail,
while walking soft carpeted

 stairs ... up or down

and in the colors in a painting; a landscape i once saw in a museum
that reminds me of some place i long to be

and how about you ...

how do you feel poetry ?

working rabbits

i think it is going to be hot.

a blue sky today for sure.

i 'm occupied making notes.

could use a lake with a small row boat.

the rabbit is laying calm.

good sense.