poetry - jack sender - all of my life
like large stars people mounted on their houses,
because it was the rage a few years ago.
thank goodness it is out of fashion now.
Dump 'em.
i say that so a few more people will
take down the ridiculous stars.
while we're at it: retire the bucket list.
we don't need a list of special things we
must do in our lifetime.
didn't expect to look out this evening
to see frolicking two full grown bunnies.
for ten or fifteen minutes they did
typical rabbit play: hopping, running, staying close.
change comes whether you think of it or not.
are you talking to me?
keep your eye on the ball.
that's common sense.
don't know why i repeat the rules
eventhough the rules keep changing.
all seems so simple when you see the field.
stay within the lines. that's what they're for.
plenty hot and humid out.
though we've signs that another season will soon appear
line up, wash well, dry, stay clean, my dear.
and be ready for what change comes next.
no yogurt with dry cereal this morning.
sure they exist, but forget about it.
today it's zucchini bread and butter
so moist and light
it tastes like cake - the bread does.
not a tough meal to take.
call it a tasty breakfast.
but don't talk with your mouth full.
