Promise of warm this afternoon.
Are you in the mood to wait?
We saw it pass.
Was on the slate.
Turn the levers
Wake them up.
It’s the full count,
bottoms up.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Promise of warm this afternoon.
Are you in the mood to wait?
We saw it pass.
Was on the slate.
Turn the levers
Wake them up.
It’s the full count,
bottoms up.
Pile words in a stack
See what walking we can run into.
Don’t scatter. Keep on track.
Familiar places we’ve all been to.
Dressed for success we all wear
What we have, how much we care.
Looking sharp is a treat.
Slow down, this one is our street.
We’ll mark it well
Using our power
The wishing well
Denotes the hour.
The plants keep taking water.
Rain doesn’t fall from the sky everyday.
Flowers and vegetables slurp all they can.
We keep listening to the weather man and women.
No blue above at all today.
Sky is white til outasight.
Shaking leaves begin to blow.
If this were winter I’d think snow.
A little weather break.
We can stand some idle time.
Get out the mower and the rake.
Cleanup’s on your. Time and mine.
We always have the unknown they say how weather is
And now a little bit of thunder.
By the time I say it’s long gone.
Another rumble.
Big Little and new Little are out.
No idea where they’ll hide from the rain.
Rumble again
Beautiful morning
A lot of color..
Now a lot of rain and sounds.
Birds and downpours.
Then just drips in stillness.
They came, they sold. We bought
Trees away. Three be gone,
And some little ones that
May have been worth it but are now out of here.
I thought, that’s the end of the matter.
We’ll live wi what we have.
Regretting don’t fit well.
Sure comes close to applicable.
Now is another day.
We’re already into other things.
Time to look at how it is,
We’ll start again, that’s what I say.
mighty Little, then new little
Appear first in front after the other
Then after a pause dash together or practically.
Zipping off they were here then depart
It’s not easy to write about speeders.
Those who can’t stay long enough to act friendly.
I know they’re goodness sitting, running.
We‘ll wait to see how they go.
Going later, toward nine now.
Perhaps warm today. We’re hoping.
A small boat. Light wind.
We can sail well.