poetry - jack sender - all of my life
no deer or chipmunks; no sign of them.
that's why it's so quiet.
cri-min-nently (one word for the occasion.)
Meaning caspita or holysmoke.
looking, perusing quietly.
thought I'd say a day like this
the robin doesn't seem to know
he's a robin.
we're all out'a sorts.
the decorative old grey piano shop on the left bank
has a family business next door which
steamed clean the load of wash i carried there.
in a display of it's charms
summer then will burst forth
to hold us in its arms.
beyond the far horizon
heavy rain clouds pile.
morning when i'm rising
darkness stacks up half a mile.
