Avocado at home.

 

Our seed is a three year old tree.

Living in a large indoor pot.

Watered and put in the sun.

Looking content.

I almost said happy.

There are days like that.

Figuring again

 

We will see how the sky develops

As we prepare for two days away

To get here in game spirit

Line full the bleachers for emotional chanting 

Keep with high spirits 

Bursting filled with joy

Half clear, some bright

 

One speeding car, on a quiet morn.

 Was damp some, lately.

Had a dream or two

On a mostly quiet night.

Slow going

I rose first.

In a while she’ll rise then

She’ll do coffee 

Lighting the way

 

Still as it is the eclipse is near

A few days to and unpredictable weather ahead.

Just when quiet seems the norm

Days like this are more still.

Unexpected in the whole.

Run on

 

Here in the middle

Our week is string

Wrapped in bunny talk

The divide appears softer

The heavy threat calms all

We have a chance to turn around 

So prepare now foe either way.

I had this right in my head,

typed wrong and lost it when I looked.

should have looked many hours ago.

About now firecasters

 

About now, right this very moment

Forecasters are turning their heads away,

Looking for a good movie to watch 

Because no decent eclipse will be available 

To be witnessed  on the eight day of April in these parts

Or anywhere hereabouts, I do so verily 

Tweed pattern

 

New shoes fit fine, look good.

I want her foot happy.

Now morning clouds set to clear.

Give us an all-right day.

Eclipse clear we’re talking 

First off to Tajour, dentist-man

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