poetry - jack sender - all of my life
explosion of blossoms.
brilliant Yellow. White. Pink.
each tree has its color.
blooming once in spring for a short time.
drive down any street and the first thing you’ll see
is the attention grabber in complete bloom.
full brilliance aboard, nothing left out.
i must have had to ask thirty-five times before i remembered magnolia.
for physical therapy to keep me upright.
if she is not having her new girl
Jen will be there. Her mother called
her Jenifer hen tension hung in the air.
We’ll see if she shows. It is due day.
I wish her quick an smooth. She’s clever
so I’m betting on her
and her new little girl.
Been doing my usual reading and writing phrases.
Nothing new, it’s what the craze is.
Then saw five rabbits running in circles.
that doesn’t happen around here everyday.
Going to squeeze out warm weather
by the time we get to later in the day.
Not making this up,
That’s what official Weatherheads say.
It is quiet as Rome this morning.
No person or creature is seen.
Clocks are ticking, everything else
Is on hiatus and inbetween.
on the edge of the sparse woods
quick going, hopping at full speed
having bunny fun, quick as they can.
they’re a comedy team running in circles.
i’m happy to see them around.
just happened to be the time for looking.
they cover a lot of ground.
a bright start for everyones day
All should go well.
Checking the map seemed sensible
Up the road then straight out of town,
left where it forks.
Took this road once years ago.
Used to go this way when dad drove.
Seems I recognize a barn or house, a few.
Not well is the road memorable; only vaguely familiar.
We drove out here years ago.
Seems a few buildings I recall.
Now I want to see downtown.
Its been years since I’ve been there.
rose to frosty cold in streaming dawn sun .
Robin and others are rushing gathering nest material.
Hard creature work is evident.
This day is Easter. Spring has opened.
