my niece, her husband and twenty-two other adults
are riding bicycles from Portland to the Atlantic.
both my niece and nephew took picture of their bike wheels in the Pacific at the start
in case the other one forgets.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
my niece, her husband and twenty-two other adults
are riding bicycles from Portland to the Atlantic.
both my niece and nephew took picture of their bike wheels in the Pacific at the start
in case the other one forgets.
now you can read the label to be informed.
summer in Ohio means buttered and corned.
foster, faster, posture, pasture.
missed your mixture mister.
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you know we're at sea
then the mess decks provide chofast break
cholate milk
for our breakfast cereal
earing old threads
like making old beds.
finding room for all
while welcoming back the new and others
sisters and brothers
let it summer
by good fortune i heard the call.
good to hear from him.
as time slips by.
my friends remain dear.
a warm spot for all.
better than the weather.
odd weather continues.
we must be a fraction from calamity.
it's serious.
warm, it rains; cold it snows.
easy comes, easy goes,
seems delirious
this is the finish of winter;
or is it too early to end?
i have tea and am thinking, it's February,
as i watch a thickness of white flakes drop from the sky.
the rabbits are hidden,
had a terribly cold month.
now it's snowing heavily .again.
winter won't surrender.