i ran a few notes together,
maybe six.
was ready to write a melody
went to bed instead.
thought a while about what I'd write
woke up spending today
reading weather threats,
snow is coming in a huge way.
we have been warned.
we're in harm's way.
well, on the edge of it.
pretend we're on a boat and sing a chanty.
i've a quick ride
whether i take my time or not.
hardly the other side.
a few hundred yard6s i've got.
ridding in a light wind
i'll watch the tide.
the sun is right again.
weather is right most any day in Sausalito.
drink coffee, sure; and there's more :
been eating candy canes
small and plenty. that is the
last confession i'll ever make.
oh yes, i brush every night.
clock work practically.
my dentist has
been good to me
and i want to do my part.
still this afternoon and fortunately
absolute quiet blends in this
neighborhood like mustard and onions
on a foot-long baseball dog.
today even birds are taking the day off.
20 degrees, going down to 12 tonight.
Sunshine runs through giant clouds.
laying on the wall.
4:30 or so on an otherwise peaceful morning
... i laughed once out loud ... loud.
i was sleeping when i woke up to laugh.
what i was dreaming escapes me,
but it sure must have been funny.
i do a night time laugh about twice a year.
not sad to report.
the day could be special.
i just thought of Ethel Swanbeck
our long term representative in the state's House of Representatives
lived in our little town, House member for eleven consecutive terms
from 1955 to 1972.
she was a fine lady.
Her grandson Ray and i were at
the state House one afternoon and
we're introduced before
the assembly. remembering Ethel
made the day special.
the Mid-Twentieth Century,
and our time was special.
she made it so.
Monday the third, yesterday ... that's the easy part.
on that lot no one's forgotten, the workers are back in a giant yellow truck.
they're going to begin digging a crawling space
below a house that is yet to be built.
a mouse can stay there for now.
a house will be built over the hole later.
i've seen the workers do it before;
once they get started there's no stopping them.
They are six hundred meters from my window. I can't tell if any of the three workers are women.
At this distance they are green pants, green shirts and hoodies ... right, green.
They look tough. There are no subtle curves.
and you're right, Monday was yesterday and yesterday's gone.
The first day of the month
Why doesn't the first day always occur on a Tuesday or Wednesday?
The tale of the week seems infeeb led to begin a month on wrap it up day.
Goes to show you how unimportant the way we analyze has effect on the real world.
We can glide into important decisions and have no power at all.
Have a fit. Have a ball.
my powerless wish has the effect of a stall.
stand in the hall.
being built across the street,
has taken a month.
sure is neat.
however it's way white; that's too bright.
and not a window on the east side. nada.
they'll never watch a sun rise.
probably won't be raising chickens.
Mat'll show up, come in a truck.
to continue his work
remodeling our bathroom.
He has pipe and wall cutting to do
so Meri is going to park our
Car out of the way, across the street;
on the street. i just heard the car start.
now she is walking back. comes in,
hands me a mask. Yesterday 16 k cases
cases a day then 20k. where I can't say
too many figures thrown at us
every day. buddy holly, we remember you.
every day. going faster than a roller coaster
you still need a coat
but it is near spring temps.
scratch that. baby, it's cold outside.
what do you know. i'll stay in and
sip my coffee. Old news.
To wake this morning was easy.
we heard pounding drops of rain
On the roof this a.m.
sounded , heavy, persistent.
now a weekend of football on TV.
A couple of degrees over freezing.
well i can talk about it.
Cleveland lost a game.
my sweet daughter called. so did Dona.
now it is still out.
I'm going to walk up the drive.
Eighty feet up then turn around.
Exercise hey. Good for ya.
it shakes down on all of us
in smoke and candles, music, colors, candy;
family and friends. celebrate the best you can.
in your mind and all together.
words we've hurled in good intention
for the rest of us, all the best to us.
let us mention ... around snowflakes and in hymns -
bring joy to the world.
scratching down a few words,
a warm day could be savored.
toast and coffee favored.
arrows for my quiver.
fish come up the river
seagulls flying over ...
shake it off and wait a while.
something will come by, make me smile.
when solitary, quiet night designs cover me;
drifting in ... got to be ... sets me free. one two three.
what about and how to write a poem.
find it. passing birds on the wing.
when i wake
creative thoughts have traveled on.
all is gone.
leaving me to begin not knowing where to head.
how to start;
a blank paper is how to begin
where thoughts are thin in the margin.
with the sun shining on the wall or through a window nearby.
sun in view or on me.1
works every time.
a worker is in the house grinding, pounding
and making as much noise as i can possibly stand.
today i am looking at the clock wondering
how soon will he go home and will he c
lean up the mess he made before he packs up his tools and gets out of here.
i have bee9 n very nice to him all day.
snow isn't seen. Yet.
we could do with some.
i didn't say that we needed snow.
have to finish the year first;
that's not demanding much.
seems how winter usually begins.
with stretches on the calendar, regular.
so now is getting into the season.
it will get here.
the kettle's on the boil now
the sun shot Its last ray
snow is on the way.
Yeah, It's here.
Measure of time.
The days seem fine.
Mark them off
yours and mine.
We're clipping
Along, you know.
And there I stumbled to fill the gap
don my cap ... got here quick, like thunder...
can't call it heavy, didn't weigh it. Just let it blow.
keep out of the way.
southern U.S. caught terrible destruction.
here, up North, we got away.
we could hear, it wailing ... making the rounds.
got my attention.
now yesterday is gone; all is calm again.
let the new day develop.
following order
what should be, across the river,
where geese fly low.
I look over my shoulder left and right ...
what are we working out? when I read what others have written how they found direction in their lives I realize my direction flowed out from under me.
i did my work and went where life's river took me.
could i have been more kind ...
worked harder? i don't think so.
I only had the brain I took along.
Okay? What do you say?
Another point, are there soup balls in the freezer?
no wonder the weather wins attention.
It's winding up, getting ready.
so mention November; how it went fast.
marching past. Yeah, yeah.
adorable remains the memory.
holding on while leaves orange and rust
all be gone.
we watched the month go a day at a time.
now it's on my mind to write
concerning snow and sweet words of love
swirling in peace as we view a last glowing ember.
rolling notion. secure lotion. what's the potion?
a dash of cold now,
the real winter is ahead.
it will take until January to arrive.
there is no rush.
today starts December as unassuming
and as unannounced as possible.
everyone you meet is your mirror.
a reflection. Stand up straight.
Just talking, Doing my best.
How about you?
There is more to go, be reasonable.
We're getting four new tires today;
Doesn't happen often. You need it
when it's time.
no snow this holiday
some taste of cold
without waste of freeze
sliding eaze, breezing speed
no need fear for running deer
the day is plenty clear
no snow to fog the way
it is sharp and brisk this dark morning
wish a good day as November slides away
let us wrap the year
and wishing it goodbye
in smiles and hugs
it is a day of gratitude.
happy holiday and thanks for all we have.
Joy for all.
we can do better if we stay thankful.
Rain or snow will happen;
either one will please me
If we keep dry.
not having a traditional dinner
so we say, then we'll see.
you know how it goes.
depends on how cold wind blows.
we'll see for the two of us.
knowing my mind's memorys holds keys
Oh, Yes please. i recall. winter snow falls.
for past years, family and friends.
this is the measure of holiday all.
years in our hearts
days go without saying.
holiday's call.
Yesterday weather forecasters predicted up to five inches of snow for areas east of Cleveland. Close though we may be, all night i heard no soft muffling patter of falling snow on the roof.
This morning there was no white stuff covering the ground. I checked the weather on TV and found no mention of snow. Not only did the snow disappear I couldn't even find two of the stations that vehemently made these predictions.
This morning I did hear reports that some streets were salted. Here in our small berg west of Cleveland it is cloudy. Neither wet nor exceptionally cold. Label this a regular November day. However, there is no traffic, no car has passed our house, and I saw only two people out walking. We usually have a few more of both cars and walkers.
now we can dream of winter.
have no fear it will be here.
white fakes will fall and adhere.
stay set to cheer, snow will appear.
the season is a big factor. daily.
not hanging out for a nighttime baseball game.
the covid has us alarmed.
we'll stay home and go out for groceries.
and let winter be on the way.
we haven't had snow here to speak of.
flakes is all. flakes are all.
and we know it will happen.
winter in Oberlin is more than a possibility.
we can bet on it.
we'll see how it turns out.
a couple of people watch and pay heed
at Grafton post office when next a lady comes out
stopped at the road sign, then turned to read.
she wore a construction working-type suit
crosses the parking lot to her SUV
looked like she planned to
leave the vicinity.
behind her on his heavy green bicycle
another civilian carefully rode his bike around
not making a sound
no idea where he's bound
not him nor me.
we'll wait and see what is found.
don't now where the name Little Sure Shot came from. It could have been from a movie in the 1950's. It sounds like Danny Kaye and Bob Hope with Lucile Ball. Hollywood had a stretch when it took little seriously. Anything for a laugh. The name is cute, I stumbled upon it, so here we go.
So Buffalo Bills wildwest show had Sitting bull and he always called her Little sureshot.
riding long and far in a lifetime.
She was real. Entertained in this country
and in Europe.
She was the star of the show for Buffalo Bill.
born in Darke County Ohio
150 miles from our town.
Annie Oakley shot her way with her rifle for fifty years.
what a little cracker.
Two pm. a zoom.
Jeeze-0-pete the line of appointments if i look the other way.
Seems a few to remember.
At least when i was working they'd pay for my time.
I even need more time for ...
How are you?
.....i'm good. And yourself?
been prepared to cease dreaming,
discard that heavy cloak and wake.
took all night thinking about the day condition.
didn't rush into becoming alert.
had it planned: reading, writing, the routine.
this counts for some, no doubt.
the sky is dull, grey is here
hanging above the same, i fear.
Leaves heavy wet in the ground
We can enjoy the colorful company packed in
They have turned to rich and golden
Outside the nearest tree is reddest for all to enjoy.
November has given itself for enjoyment.
Remembers the best of fall
This is the blue to dab
with titanium white
to reach the color of the sky.
my oh my.
now it looks like the leaves were never touched. They pile thick and high. A few more were shook loose and fell.
I haven't seen leaves so thick for a while. Reminds me of my pond. I bet those frogs are well packed-in this morning. I haven't seen them for a while but i can imagine.
not walking out there now
only looking, holy cow.
the out of doors is filled with sunny beauty.
a great November day open in solid sunshine.
light golden rays settle over the morning.
Autumn leaves have finished turning.
What do you think, beautiful, eh?
the reostat quit so we changed it.
all was fine for a few hours.
next day the new one quit.
The house was cold.
so we fixed it all again.
everything unfixed
ran well after we fixed it again.
the animals are not seen.
it's a cold start on the day. there's a wild light blue sky.
i'd expect leaves to fall, but they don't even wiggle.
so i wish more was happening.
one dog walker, that's a low count.
no cars going by; that's down on the number.
no news, not even any; i checked, i read the headlines on-line.
here's how slow i am writing this: another car went by.
it is not a speed zone out there, it is zero happening.
hope you're getting strength by saving up
on this day off.
starting November is enough
to make me forget summer last;
here we are three days have past,
that 's sufficient reason.
fun thinking ice cream thoughts -
a quick way back to the warm glow of a favorite season.
mark down you're going swimming on the calendar's next warm month we come to.
write a note now so you won't forget.
in the quiet i remember summer.
happy thoughts work well
any time you can catch one.
so what! bingo. work it out.
can use the sunshine.
will tomorrow bring a bus ride?
i have to go easy now.
how did all get so twisted?
the date marks us, sparks us.
should declare
enough to shout black cats, costumes
and lucky stars, diamond rings
and golden bars;
hours are ours
with candy bars
music, play
Get you bicycle riders over ...
on the right side.
0.01 percent of all life on earth is
Human.
Tie your shoes.
i'm having lunch but
i'm watching you.
in the yard this morning
a small deer. young, but adult.
blended into the bushes and trees so well
there was nothing to see until it moved.
amazing how the animal becomes part of the background.
don't know how long it has been, but there it is,
another one in the yard. appears then disappears.
not much else happening this morning. all quiet,
melted into the background with no noise and little movement.
cloudy overhead. few cars and people walking;
grey but okay; that's our day.
soon to be walking out of October.
hugs as you go.
had to run to Norwhere
seemed easy and appropriate
the house heater is broken ... a twenty year
token.
need to replace it before winter is severely cold.
i like that place once called home.
empty now and stiff as a bone.
i'm feeling that way myself.
i could use a glass of prize liquor,
pour a dash from the bottle on the top shelf.
Forecast everyday for weeks ahead.
Now it's said. You read it.
So will it come down hard and wet?
Don't forget. You read it.
I'd say before you know it'll turn to snow.
she visited for a week;
we went to Pennsylvania.
hours on end meri drove us during a return of summer heat.
we had good talks and ate well.
saw many trees in Penn State.
to Pennsylvania in haste, we rolled along. enjoyed the views. air was good.
seemed like. We rode definitely raffic and
bunches of people were absorbing summer's end. good sense.
sss
I didn't feel the possive apostrophe;
preferred to end quietly.
At midnight I shouted the name Evelyn. It seemed justified. I shouted loud and clearly and woke my wife.
I've done this middle of the night shouting before, calling other words. I have never known someone by the name Evelyn or is a character named or mentioned in any of the books I am reading or have recently read named Evelyn.
My wife had a difficult time falling back to sleep. I never woke up and have a vague memory of shouting. My wife told me what I shouted.
Later this day my daughter heard the story and reminded me that on the menu the sandwich i ordered for lunch was called Eveylon 13 ... 13 dollars was the price.
Will you look at that.
afternoon clouds shield the bright sun
floating west to a beautiful sundown.
I want to photograph this colorful picture.
God please give patience
and can you hurry the hell up.
The idea strikes me, and without a pen or paper. I'll have to work this out. I want to put it down and not lose it.
Meanwhile It took just a turn around and fell again. A lump on the head and a trip to the hospital. by 8:30 the day begins again at home. Somehow I hit my back; i didn't find that until later at home. All is okay by noon.
Seems cool out. My daughter arrives late this afternoon. Also i pickup a leg brace this afternoon. Big doings for me in mid October. The lump on my head i feel is smaller.
isn't this a joy to crawl inside my head.
don'r see why i said.
would prefer perfect words
to sustain poetry feelings.
Can't tell what kept me busy all night. I was dreaming. Now the regular daily doings will hold me. Plus edible mushrooms growing all over. Rod brought another half mushroom that is football size. I liked the last one.
Day is half okay then will be warmer this afternoon. Summer lingers into fall.
They say , and they are who we listen too, It will not be colorful this year. i just said that and I don't know anything. Not much color is what I see, or don't see currently.
And today will be warm, 80 this afternoon. Haven't seen a rabbit for three days. A bird did swoop down yesterday, startled a rabbit as i was warching. The bunny left quickly for the bushes.
now,it seems we'll have a long autumn.
i notice the title of this open is inexplicable. if i knew i what i meant i'd correct what i wrote. I wrote that to reassure you. What I wrote is like a comfort blanket.
There is a crack in my poetry packet. Quiet and beautiful this morning. An absolute careful beginning to this mid November.
When can it be put back together? We'll do what we can.
can you draw the line
the color of fall is decent.
the lake in cloudy shade, rain is recent.
not asking for too much on a quiet Thursday.
on a day in October it's turning colder
with more to come, we'll see.
a cloud of yellow and orange shrooms.
lying down out back
and front and sides.
Rod brought half a puff
Largest I've seen
They'll eat the other half
he says we'll see.
how many bites can we take?
their time has ended.
the nagging monster biters quit biting
around here they left with the heat.
to the South i imagine, with insect full bellies.
a mass retreat from Ohio north.
what a relief.
we're glad their gone, of course.
raindrops on the windows this morning
and a palmsize insect i think is a mantis.
the rest of the report is quiet ... wordless.
imagine not a whisper of a stir.
straw and sticks, crackle in the field.
varied diamond shapes on a solid green.
printed argyle on lawns and open fields.
the design in this month of pumpkins on porches.
farm yards filling with orange and yellow spheres
prior to horse drawn wagons for hay rides.
fine nighttime fields of play.
haven't seen them for
more than a month. today they
appear ... lean, strong, light beige.
crossing the road a few houses over .
their area to roam near here is smaller.
no recent sign of them .
i keep watching.
everything changes it seems.
also; today is three
months before Christmas.
seasons fold under us.
1956 or so i happened to see
the remains of the last horse General
Custer's used in the 7th cavalry.
It was mounted, stuffed and full
of bullet and arrow holes
from the battle at Little Big Horn.
i saw it on display at Ohio'sCedar Point Amusement Park.
from 1876 to 1956 - 80 years later.
it seems all wasn't so long ago.
enjoy the quiet, it fills open space. <
take the day as it comes, everywhere, every place.
you've things to do and time is right.
open your heart, enjoy ... that's your part to play
day and night.
September we are in.
Let's put us back together shall we?
"We must make lying wrong again"
said the Secretary General of the United Nations.
wait in the field
dull days are omnipresent anyway.
rubbing against me something happened to humor
mine. It was dropped on the floor.
kicked once or twice
scratched through days of research.
have you felt well about the Significance
of testing and the competence of complicance?
daily songs in my memory
remind me, which is strange.
i have a good imagination.
when nothing else works remember to smile.
what we have learned
tell me soon
what it is
so impossible to hold
I've seen it.
do you recall?
do make a note.
who is the answer
draw the bow. quickly.
you've got to wathch carefully on the edges
walking there required atention.
and balance yourself carrying coffee.
easy does it. patch in a line
fly away wren.
coffee; this morning over a cup i see
trees, many ... the thick of the woods.
overall quiet again in the glen.
nary a soul about.
September has silently launched fall season.
we'll wait for the color in the trees.
seems we have two months from start to finish.
a while to go, that's good reason.
there is no grip.
tell me now
did you feel the earth slip?
who is holding our system together.
oh, i recall delightful water falls in other years when
weather and foliage were in harmony.
one follows the other. watch seasons unfold.
the story will be told.
but it's not yet October.
we can fold over,
now wait the leaves to color
dry fields and trees.
i happened to look
when seven deer crossed the street
two houses over. it was the whole family
moving absolutely quietly.
the youngest was small
and the father carried an impressive, large rack of horns.
they walked to an empty lot.
couldn't see them.
i don't know how long they stayed.
i never saw them again.
knew it would be
although the future seemed a dream.
the pitcher now hurls the ball 100 miles an hour.
plenty zipping.
batters standing at the plate
don' t have time to relax and think
when the sphere speeds toward them.
will it be where I'm swinging?
is it high or low
straight or curving
am I ready
to poke it a mile?
easily we wake, i'm uncluding you
giving credit whether you deserve it or not.
this is your lucky day, eh?
what do you say? feel great, hey?
you walked right into that.
now it's middle of the week.
weather reached a peak.
in a month or so I'll wear a hat.
i'm thrilled.
aim low and live pleased.
a dream time lugging in a bag
to carry the load
wipe it clean with a rag
say you've been told
been thinking like summer
now here's the number
a change in the runner
so long cucumber
you're fried, oiled and chewed
add music for the mood
you know the perfect ending
a well-made pizza is our food
line 'em up. want to hear?
this time it's canadian.
way back upon a beer. that's a story.
long ago. remember. or maybe sooner.
next week.
september in the rain. a drama that we'll
make up as we go.
colorful skies and ice cream ... will keep us occupied.
i need to paint it.
i'm certified
colors ready.
took a few hours before i noticed
no one was around the neighborhood.
hardly a movement outside.
Thursday afternoon would turn out to be a sleeper.
still and warm ; no, hot. say i forgot we had
no breeze. the temperature went up a few more degrees.
heat is coming again, yet this morning ...
this morning it is nearly cool
definitely comfortable, you know the feeling.
all begins the way it should.
dress for the joy of summer. i would.
the season is a runner.
lit in stars, while here down under
we feel the way we do.
today is filled with blessed wonder.
wait now for rainstorm thunder.
riding tied in place
smooth and familiar.
take it at your pace
where you're safe and the boss.
no one will argue
the weather's so right
when you're in a comfort zone,
little doggie, have a good night.
rabbits were out some
back and forth in the wooded area.
saw from the kitchen window.
ate lunch, afternoon heated.
kept low.
we had them. enjoyable.
a few days of nothing happening in the sky.
a dull time, up there to down here.
sunny and warm, pleasantries deployable.
i'll say it again in my heart.
you don't need to read the final part;
nothing happened.
crowded by splashes, left and right.
up against a building with
no dry space to move ahead.
can barely turn to look over my shoulder.
seeking a dry place to hide from the rain;
at least the cold wind can't reach me here.
great.
i'm pressed against a wall.
hear the passing train.
you hear that?
the reason is the wind coming my way
nearly blows me off my feet.
come on, we're out of here.
you drive, i'll ride.
what are you smiling for?
let's go. run for it.
can recall a day without rain
somewhat plain
down the lane
goes by saying
a wagon drawn by horse
they're out there, of course
merrily we spot them
never to be forgotten
though it was another time
before cars were the solution
speeding all the time now
and my, so much pollution.
mainsail drawn and lifted,
only the jib for the last few hundred yards.
soft breeze this afternoon.
tide is changing now.
mostly boat people on the docks.
a couple nod or wave
others with their minds full can't see everything.
the current pulled me home.
all quiet and content at this hour.
As few squeaks and cleats banging.
the end of the afternoon.
went out and back so soon.
so much we've enjoyed ...
growing, giving savour;
as now we take it all
on subtle tints in whiffs of flavor.
this morning is cold and damp ...
am i joking? It's how morning feels.
today radio mentioned the explosion.
which reminded me
i'm six months and six days
older than the initial atomic blast.
also i'm ten years older than McDonald's.
a softer realm where
the buildings and the people
lived a supplemental story.
different everyone's aboard.
the cast has nearly rolled over.
the color of the trees
and clouds and everything outside
looked like rain.
i've painted it, and lived it
and nothing happened
and i said it again: it lo
oked like rain.
fifteen minutes and i said it again.
without a boom of thunder it fell
heavy as ever rain happened.
plowing to the earth.
wonderful summer rain.
hard to believe
she said that.
i made uncom-
fortable a three sylable
word instead of four.
i said comferble, something
i forever hear others say and
will always mentally note it,
i never say, never would say that
with an entire unblemished
brain. oh damn, now i forget
what she said. oh, she was
surprised i made the error.
me too.
i like those rabbits and they're around;
keeping busy.
Wind up the animals in a breeze.
all of them.
they speed off when they want too.
afternoon sun and warmth is right for everyone.
pond water is out there, down the road.
rabbits don't need it;however water makes me comfortable
just to see it.
Rabbits get water out of the plants they eat.
and they have fur coats all the time.
i saw one jump quick in the bushes
the true story of how i held a ball
on the moon.
the ball was not a sphere it
was a dance.
i should have sold tickets
because Bezo and the other rich guy
that went to space for a minute
could each buy a million dollar ticket
and be eligible for the drawing and
win the yet to be determined prize.
and i take organizer fees.
Okay?
Ok. music is also to be determined
daring to be,
a tough time for the world.
we move ahead cautiously. we're here today in the
spirit of together.
* * *
there is
global concern for how the world's going.doctors define our situation.
while we continue as always,
we drive-by crowded shopping center parking lots and wonder what everyone else is thinking.
***
some places have poetry on - or coming out of them
i’ve found poems by looking at forgotten notes i left in the
pockets
of jackets i haven’t worn for years,
***
i've
found poetry on city streets, especially at corners,
in crowded
stores when the music’s not too loud
on buses, on hot days
in rain or snow, especially when traffic flows,
i see poetry outside when a cloud tilts a certain way,
in a coffee shop, when the waitress places the menu upside down on the counter and walks quickly a block away in her mind,
***
i feel poetry when touching an old wooden hand
rail,
while walking soft carpeted
stairs ... up or down
and in the
colors in a painting; a landscape i once saw in a museum
that reminds me of some place i long to be
and how about you ...
how do you feel poetry ?
i think it is going to be hot.
a blue sky today for sure.
i 'm occupied making notes.
could use a lake with a small row boat.
the rabbit is laying calm.
good sense.
a Wednesday in July
jeeze-o-pete: nothing like it,
summer is on, home or away.
i'll take it. dream it better if necessary.
stay warm, cover up, sleep well.
and the days are yours, Sunshine.
work 'em out.
you had an ideal spring.
winding quick as only a phone could ring.
i've seen so many people over the years ...
now they're strarting to repeat
thursday, has turned warm,
while still quiet. What a charm.
Will it rain tomorrow? such a distant
word, tomorrow ... and so many
we have counted. mystery days we've
mounted, piled in our box of charms.
winding up other weeks.
how much and when?
saying rain's coming again.
oh, yes we keep hearing the song ... we do.
sharpen that tune and get ready.
there is more to do here for readers.
can't limp along with half a voice.
i'm expecting more out of me.
for you now.
today i threw out papers I'd held on to
for more than fifty years.
precious nothings. My things in ruin i've held to enlighten
the dark side of the moon.
time to let my old papers go.
no stamp necessary.
begone. first draft items
let old words dash along.
this is a love poem.
old paper love
get used to it. it is the season.
pay less attention to what's difficult.
i believe in you.
walking in he rain.
that's one you don't often hear.
substitute thinking plugs the flow.
float along, that's the song.
water's nice.
enjoy the melody.
can you tell
we're running summer out
a day at a time.
sure am happy
for what we're holding.
fire up some star bursts, dark nights,
lightening bugs to keep it spooky.
melodies in my mind are buried so well
i hardly have to pull'em out.
have never seen it rain so hard. a gambler played the weather card.
in five minutes must have rained a pound;
then it stopped. there came no sound.
130 degrees Fahrenheit there.
and here in north east Ohio we have
successive days of heavy downpours.
while the wealthy are preparing for ashould've
quick launch into space to say "I did it."
meanwhile immuno compromised me
enjoys coffee at home. so there!
how are you?
long wind whipper in green.
bird holder and ring maker.
slow standing and patient.
every time i come up to see you you are still there,
watching with no eyes.
hearing with no ears.
one long finger bent on the wind.
