sincerely

 the toughest songs to interpret

are the ones with words

without music.

Nod your head,

Snap your fingers.

easy take along

Summer coming on

 Smooth riding to Trader Joe.

Thirty minutes.

Traffic light, feeling right

Tina’s brother with the gold record …

Never met him, never saw him.

Why don’t more people stop their car on the freeway to get a sandwich out of the backseat?  Meri asked.

I like the history of what happened when we were young or before. A generation prior.

fill your day

with working, 

writing, reading,

doing something for somebody.

Before eight a.m.

 Per usual, not a soul out.

Reminds me of the TV weather folk,

Always they say “0ut and about”.

I have to complain about it.

Perhaps I should build another pond,

Something of which I’m very fond.

Yeah they’re fun but a lot of work.

I’m not in condition to move  many rocks.

There, we’re staying in again.

The water falls will live in my memory.

Fresh cool trickling wet

With swimming fish, you bet.

frog winter

scooping leaves from the pond

where the sugar maple deposits them

there is a plunk in the water

it's forty degrees this afternoon

 

who did i disturb but a frog

how can they live like that

sleeping in a plastic flower pot

submerged in the bottom of the pond

 

making a home for the winter

be solid as the ice through the snow

then come back chirping in the spring

well, rent is free, that i know

Chopin

 He Wrote a prelude I played; on and on.

Clair de Lune I could do

the way he waould have approved.

Then it slipped from  my grasp.

I thought it would always be with me.

How vegetably foolish of me.

His name was sacred at our house.

His music was too.

Unraveled

 The long water line to Meri’s garden is unfurled.

Laying out set to go.

This day will remain cold and windy they say.

Won’t be fit for outside working

The grass and flowers are being blown

Wiggling and wobbling, I see ‘em.

seems work inside is practically what the day’s good for.

It is easier to ride the horse in the direction that it’s going.

Silver screen

Glass screen, the television and how it Rolled into other forms of video. Let’s get going.

Clean your material, dust everything thoroughly.

Start at the beginning with a blank page.

 Silver screen lit for me.

Kept to better seeing.

Daws Butler gave me The Elements of Style.

What a friend he is to me. Permanent.

We met, we read and i wrote.

Of course Daws wrote all the time.

i know we both enjoyed our sessions together.

He was a master putting words down

And putting them out. We talked.

My favorite friend, well, one of them.