quietly near summer sunset
in the back yard three rabbits appear.
they don't walk or run out.
quietly they appear at once.
our little one is surrounded,
and may be the attraction.
ten minutes later they disappear.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
quietly near summer sunset
in the back yard three rabbits appear.
they don't walk or run out.
quietly they appear at once.
our little one is surrounded,
and may be the attraction.
ten minutes later they disappear.
The workers are going at the drive.
Monday will see them put down asphalt.
That will be the end of it for them.
For us it starts our hundted foot stretch
of driveway. Clean, smoothed.
Easier to walk on for me.
A sight prettier than gravel.
We'll see how it affects the rabbits.
They are our interest now, until the day they disappear for the winter.
A lot of trees, an acre of land and tabbits.
Of this we care.
and i remember at the end i told my friend Joe i'd have to move back to California again. during the dream i know the weather was fine.
if i was down by the boats i'd really like that. i guess my friends and the boats i knew are all gone. Even Mike at the shipyard is probably retired by now.
it's better to just dream some and feel good about the marina in Sausalito, California. i have warm feelings when i think about it.
all eyes to the sky.
the hard way of prediction.
we know rain is surrounding us,
on tbe way to wash us down.
radar doesn't lie.
the soil is sticky enough right now.
thank goodness the Mennonites are an able crew, and yet there's only one of him.
hats off. attention.
we made it, this shed's in.
starting easy on the light side.
its a grey day, no doubt.
an atmosphere dull, not sharp.
what this weather's about.