note:

,Marja, i am working to publish your comment.

nothing is easy.

With no title

 

Sliding on the lane

Completely out of line.

Poland, Italy, the Mediterranean Sea.

A breeze blowing and sun peering through the clouds.

On the cool side but okay.

Marginally fit to be

Right for now, it’s fall you see.

Some for you, some for me.

Light flashing through light clouds

 

Bolted head scrapes seen on packaging 

Behind the counters others wait.

Tie your seams

Keep them handy.

Bouncy for sure it seems.

Lasted many seasons .

Wrapping edges on the habitual .

On and on it sings.

Pectin is in

 

Found it on the shelf

Way hidden in back.

Now she has it in.

Surely it will be jelly

It will gel.

And it did.

All is swell

Nothing hidden

Twirling rangers

 

Obscure debris shower blindly

Fill the skies overhead.

Pepper us without mercy.

We regret our acts that caused this to happen.

We promise to do better

In order to be spared the penalties.

Whatever it takes

We will do .

Red berries dry hard on the bushes

Birds will return and eat them.

All will be gone before snow falls.

They will fly south for the winter

In and out

 

Cars are running by, in and out.

Two I saw. Right away

Could have been a crowd of them,

Although I didn’t see more.

Can relax and figure the day.

Went to dr. Newman

She pulled four staples out of my head.

Four women in the office when she pulled.

Never imagined a happy crowd of women 

During the procedure.

There you go,

You never know what’s next.