Get you bicycle riders over ...
on the right side.
0.01 percent of all life on earth is
Human.
Tie your shoes.
i'm having lunch but
i'm watching you.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Get you bicycle riders over ...
on the right side.
0.01 percent of all life on earth is
Human.
Tie your shoes.
i'm having lunch but
i'm watching you.
in the yard this morning
a small deer. young, but adult.
blended into the bushes and trees so well
there was nothing to see until it moved.
amazing how the animal becomes part of the background.
don't know how long it has been, but there it is,
another one in the yard. appears then disappears.
not much else happening this morning. all quiet,
melted into the background with no noise and little movement.
cloudy overhead. few cars and people walking;
grey but okay; that's our day.
soon to be walking out of October.
hugs as you go.
had to run to Norwhere
seemed easy and appropriate
the house heater is broken ... a twenty year
token.
need to replace it before winter is severely cold.
i like that place once called home.
empty now and stiff as a bone.
i'm feeling that way myself.
i could use a glass of prize liquor,
pour a dash from the bottle on the top shelf.
Forecast everyday for weeks ahead.
Now it's said. You read it.
So will it come down hard and wet?
Don't forget. You read it.
I'd say before you know it'll turn to snow.