How can weather folk think way ahead?
Talk a week afore a certain weather happens.
This makes everything derivable.
Now I pause and lost my intention.
That shows you the worrysomness of writing some.
And it’s poetic cause it rhymes a crumb, chum.
Are we back on target? What say you?
Perhaps this would work better next week.
Earth's magnetic poles flip every 200,000 years.
We have somebody out there marking it all down.
The poles haven't flipped for 800,000 years as of last
Wednesday. “Wednesday here a week” is how we say it.
moreover, they are long overdue. “They” being the poles
Keeping you in full fledge, we are.
Oh, pass the pancake syrup, quickly . . . so i can pancake
down before any flipping gets underway.
i go to bed with my radio
to hear jazz midnight to six.
Wolves f m wCLV clevelandia.
Spellcheck- what is wolves? Radio w c l v
For over sixty years I have gone
to bed with earphones and my transistor radio.
Have me checked for something.
What i also need is a pen and paper
so the good phrases quit floating away
Or should I just close my window?
Close your mouth.
Like the Dickens it’s raining this morning.
A good looking day, where unlike the flooded south.
we have sufficient elevation for safety,
and apparently can take flood water rains.
Cleveland again. Traffic should be light.
Fridays are always heavy; that’s tomorrow.
When Cathy was here we ate lunch downtown,
Wonderful. Keep saying we’ll do it again.
Coming in this morning
Tried the radio, can’t agree on a station.
Usually we never listen to the radio.
We’re way out of practice.
Read about the Sequoia giants in California.
Cresent City. years ago we were there.
Pleasant to return to California memories.
Packed a sandwich and half an avocado for
On the way home. I’m going home.
Not completely, but working on it.
Bareness is a thought; yow.
See through the trees, beyond them blue skyness.
hello sunshine. It's a lovely day.
moderate: breeze, humidity and temperature.
in-the-middle of an average day, i'd say.
Then i went out to the sun.
lovely. summer on the run.
The date’s unknown when I scribed this poem
in 22; close enough, that'll do.
I’m 139/83 blood pressure with a temp 96.1 the
nurse poked my butt left and right.
Now I wait an hour
Then flower on home.
Then power on home.
Time set back an hour today.
There is order all around.
Have to give hours a number
Make the rules
then change them.
The world is getting crowded.
Take your time.
Can’t rake, have to blow with small
noisy machines. You can hear up the block,
and around the corner; take hours to do the job.
After so long i can’t walk out there any longer.
What do these people have in their heads?
We’ll have a warm afternoon; maybe the last one.
Winter has got to be arriving soon.
This nice weather can’t keep hanging on.
Blue sky and direct sunshine pour on us.
Come on in good day, spread all over.
we wait all year. not exactly, but knowing it’ll happen.
a handful remain hanging to the trees.
twenty percent. overall the color has faded.
leaves have let go by a large measure.
air is breezeless, cool a bit, not much.
overall the autumn continues calm. not so strong,
this day starts November.
It only happens once a year;
after it’s dry, after full color.
like a winter blanket the leaves cover the ground
after dripping down,
smothering sounds tranquilly.
so I walked the front and sides.
there are a lot of leaves. wet and large.
no trace of anybody around; meaning birds, chipmunks, squirrels or rabbits.
a quiet, nice day again.
find comfort.
Some had marijuana growing in the closet,
Not to get rich, to get high some.
Big deal.
Better than booze.
Now laws change; what about that? Just wait again?
Takes a lot of time. Come on. Be reasonable.
I want to free all those who errored a little.
Give us a break. And hungry people, please help them.
can we sit by the running water, lake or river,
hear the quiet, don’t get excited.
a few birds pass overhead. warm day.
take it easy.
quiet completely. no chatter about.
with no one thinking’s this can be called a thoughtless day.
nary a head turn. i imagine this is record stillness.
toast and coffee, that’s it for me.
preparation for the day ahead.
you are kidding. where to begin . . .
A degree above freezing;
Ding-near cold for a rabbit.
the title for this rhyme
call them poems … many don’t rhyme.
Is or are … joking some now,
All have heart.
Must read and be cautious for
What is written. Sparking feeling.
Starting over.
Cool and light rain, called drizzle.
Charming … leaves falling.
A beautiful time of the year.
I said that fifty times or so.
Driving light traffic country roads
Is a pleasure. Through the window today
I saw a leaf falling … Lonely, coming down solo.
there are many more to drop. Maybe half have fallen.
The colors are bright. The air is still.
Infrequent falling leaves as I watch.
I’m putting out nothing special thoughts of this fall morning.
Maybe we’ll see the rabbit this afternoon.
Trash pick-up today. And one of the last local vegetable days at five.
A concert at seven.
Now a quick walk up and down the driveway, then read a little McMurtry.
Our group Living with change meets at 2:30.
wi
sky spaces blue
far beyond high thin clouds, above
orange, yellow and red-rusty colored trees
over long fields sprinkled by thousands
of fallen leaves
in morning dew
i think of you.
feel the breeze.
this is where we find the opening.
how to look once and keep looking.
tell me what you see.
Can not see the lake from here.
the queen has moved on.
she walked on board in fifty three.
We saw it on our first TV.
For us we have a wonderful, colorful
Seventy-five degree day in autumn, hurrah.
Look at the reds and orange. Yellow brights.
Stretching out and long lasting.
The more she mows, the more that falls.
Pulverize it to dust for the yard’s good growing.
What days, what times in color.
Spectacular summer days in fall.
the winterberry is out
so are the robins
working hard to eat all they can
before flying South
or so, then to return in the winter.
i am not a bird charter,
only reporting what i think
will be. i have read the red
winterberry fruit is a favorite of robins.
already they have nearly cleaned
the bushes of berrys
Against the Yankees, first inning.
Three to nothing. There are fans who
haven’t had their first beer and
their team is wrapping the season
before they can sit down.
Want to talk football instead?
i’ll do what fifty thousand other fans
will do - hang on.
What do you say, feeling okay.
Arbitrary. Out of the way.
Monday’s usually, seems to
be followed by another day.
Great answers are not
Always found each time
You look, you see. Often
The good line occurs to me
During the evening and
I don’t write it down;
So you know where it ends up.
Been watching it happen
It was slow to begin; now the color is intense.
plus leaves are falling heavily since last nights rain.
all over they’re dropping quickly as they should.
our woods now is thin. you can see through more.
season change is happening all over.
there is joy in our hearts watching autumn unfold.
Healthy feeling out. Not overly cool this morning.
Temperatures are holding in a moderate zone.
I’ll be reading McMurtry; enjoying the day.
Wondering what happened to get me here.
Times move along.
Absolute rather blue sky and cool it is;
will jacket up and walk a while,
enough to stretch, probably wear me down.
Why that’s good is a mystery
and all will say so; so there.
bravo for thinking about it.
Something To Do Bob in action.
Thanks Bob, for the memory.
Some fellow that dated my sister, Therman, used
To say the same joke about a movie cowboy,
Tom mix in cement. He was a good natured fellow
And he told the same joke every time I saw him.
He died. I don’t recall what happened.
I just know he was a nice guy and then
He wasn’t around any more.
It’s rocking, we’ve got a choice:
softly in a chair or with music on.
Sunny and warm. Easy going.
The Butterfield Stage comes through.
Wait in line with Lonesome and Jerry.
Yes, and Cutter too.
We’ll all board and head out of here soon.
Under the Ponderosa Pines.
after a few days with none around
one came by for an appearance.
now a rabbit seen yesterday evening
is out of sight this morning.
i don’t blame him. it seems reasonable behavior.
take a look around, eat some familiar grass, then take to the shelter. stay out of sight.
Cool this morning, it’s the forecast for the day.
so I’m practicing standing, exercise, i need it.
Sifu Bob Cook and Eddie and Sifu Bill all guide me.
Have been reading and enjoying Mary Oliver.
October now and dry and still; nothing special going on.
Quiet ... Reading an old McMurtry to enjoy again.
The book takes me back and I’m thinking of friends.
Where are my Rome faces and friends? Scattered I imagine.
people I don’t know but recognize when we pass.
today in ohio i see the stillness on the street.
i remember home at Rome
on the side, near the front of the Cancelleria.
sunny and warm. no jacket necessary.
home at Rome.
life soup
It is barreling toward southwest Florida,
they labeled it a category four, nearly five, hurricane.
I’m a two days drive north and yet the news is Florida.
How can anyone be ready for a hurricane?
Two and a half million people have been
warned to evacuate, and now it is too late,
Authorities are saying “hunker down”.
There 442 thousand people in the affected area.
Weeds are tall.
a veritable wall, not green
at all, not now, holy cow it’s fall.
M undid the corral
We’re back to open range
Seems a little strange.
We’ll see if Little, the rabbit notices.
Could be good eating there,
now that the wire’s out of the picture.
Dry without color.
Why it’s called fall.
Just pulled in
the parking lot at the mall
when a small girl walked by.
She had the distinct and unknown
haunting features of someone
from several millinia ago.
Then she was gone.
Made it to Monday after food and football.
Woke to sky clear and two bunnies in the back yard.
Cool weather now, holy cow; last week we had great heat.
Now Fall season is upon us.
One day soon when we awaken the leaves will be red.
Fresh apples and cider will be filling our head.
We’ll see horse drawn carts plus pies and tarts.
Weather is our story. I didn’t make it up.
Fall is all around
We can take it.
going to the fellowship.
We’ll see people.
It’s a pot luck; m made a strada. Has eggs. Sounds like it is.
We’re fortunate.
For all undoings in this world we’re unharmed.
Do you have a sweater because it may be cold?
I’ ve changed shirts twice (It was my helpers idea).
Now I can begin thinking Sunday football.
And lunch.
Lunch and Sunday football.
First thing I see our rabbit, Little, on the lawn, front and center
i turn my head and she is gone.
no telling where she went
her trail has disappeared
quick as a fawn and with no movement,
not even a blur. sure it was her.
so i walked the driveway three times,
cold it is. Okay. This day is underway.
it was her
Going to the clinic for physical therapy
Then Galucci’s Italian market on Euclid avenue
Big doings, something to do.
Woke at 11, 2, 3,4 up at 6. Then got moving.
Way back early man saw the change of seasons.
I hear it on the radio.
We have entered fall.
gun metal grey is the morning sky today.
nearly shining smooth as the barrel of an old gun.
the yard leaves shimmer.
looking for Little, the rabbit.
talked with Alberto in Rome. my old friend.
he thinks of Putin and the war.
m drove us to Aldi’s where I see people are more and heavier.
Thursday night football tonight. Cleveland vs Steelers.
Chubb plays.
Still grey, but Nick Chubb plays.
plants have had their high point. flowered, bloomed,
drying out, they’re done.
animals changed their habits.not here now, on the run.
and mornings hold a different silence; it’s the cold I feel.
and my shorts and and t-shirts have seen their day.
so long boys, i’m with you in my heart.
so swimming didn’t happen … can you believe it?
Summer? my tears are falling cause they’re taking you away.
on Sat 1 November, in the year 1755
the day began like always
until 9:40 in the morning
Lisbon Portugal had an earthquake.
how large a shake can be?
candles flickered in Ireland.
can you imagine?
definitely the tremor drew attention.
a good lady who kept up her efforts;
served well for her life time.
i‘m happy to have glimpsed her
in San Francisco and again in Rome.
a smile for me remembering
The Queen.
good days for both of us.
yes it’s here, sleeping near
under the pine tree by my window.
ready for flight and out of sight.
so bunny can rest and have a good night
Moved in around the corner.
From Ithaca New York.
Whenever I hear of Ithaca
New York is always mentioned.
Glenna said that is because of
Ithaca Greece. This is an example of our neighborhood.
Another thing to know then:
her dad’s name is of course Glen.
on the warming trend post opening page
the last word on the third line is home.
click "home" and you will have twenty poems per page.
to the letter of the rule
where even thirteen can be a lucky tool.
the sound of laughter welcomes
then after the bowling alley,
past the fish houses on the river,
open to the lake.
begins the pier, where beyond the block house.
can't be seen from here.
at the light house
hidden in fog
is the calling horn
bidding: beware . . . beware
meanwhile, checking back at the bowling alley
Sparky Lala will sweep and take out the trash.
Arthur Wintersteller ready to smile is sitting behind his desk.
Irene Klein put on another pot of coffee, is not particularly happy about anything
they were small, young, a surprise.
we saw no one around for a couple of days
this evening they popped out of the hedge.
quick and small; in a blink they appeared
then … puff they were gone.
didn’t exist when i was a kid.
you had to search the woods to find a few.
fields were doused with poisonous sprays.
we played like circus performers rolling
empty, metal Dow chemical barrels.
Oh, now we have giant, giant shrooms blowing up on the lawn. Dinner-plate size. On the shady side. In four or five places.
Groups packed together
Or big singles.
You should be smiling.
Oui, oui
Bundle what’s to be done.
Put out good words like cuddle.
Crawl out of thought muddle.
Slick slide into the season.
Returning with reason
on your side, come on, slide
down the middle
There is buoyancy, a lift in life.
speed on fast,
prey all will last.
talking sugar on a large brown package
similar to a years ago, real thing donut.
at Christine’s breakfast place by my dad’s coal yard.
yes , this starts the day as i recall
they should kick off swell.
and diddie dooo.
rain some seems okay out.
dry in here, okay to the bone.
i ate two donuts; save number three for later.
donut thoughts are appealing
the small restaurant I forget her
name i don’t remember. not Christine.
Maybe i will … Lizzie? That’s her.
a good woman, loved by all.
Now I can see her smile.
For how long has Little returned
This morning she’s here. Comfortable and cozy.
We think she’s a she rabbit.
Here having breakfast this morning
Closer too. Near our widow.
Large and the same, our Little home again.
we’ve lost the heat of summer.
yet light warmth pervades
heat will return in force thank God of nature
it’s scary when it goes.
because this morning is cooler I mention it
Of great note
what we have is a monarchy transitioned
Last time I was seven.
there is nothing to do
mark the days respectfully
routine drift under heavy clouds above.
all is well, however, there is a problem.
Two of them. So this day is irregular.
Tabby is not at the front desk. Doctor Tajour
said we have to wait because he's working alone
and doesn't know where his assistant is.
He is gluing two crowns in for me this morning.
i don't mind waiting for my favorite dentist because
i don't expect a shot of novocaine, only glue today.
Jennifer the assistant turned up. she said Wednesdays they
usually work at the other office.
The doctor came in and glued my crowns
in two minute. He did.
i'm out of here.
Work on Dr. Seif Tajour.
A few years ago Sandusky's historic State theater
had Mickey Rooney make an appearance, as many old performers
do when they go around the country a final time raising money as they talk about their career.
In his youth Mickey was a giant star doing films and appearances with Judy Garland.
in his old age, for Mickey to make an appearance was a big event for Sandusky.
my wife and i happened to be listening to the radio in the car as a couple of people were promoting Mickey Rooney on the local radio station and one of them mentioned the day Mickey comes to Sandusky will be his eightieth birthday.
When i beard that i immediately told my wife we're going.
She said why?
And i told her, "so we could sing happy birthday Micky Rooney."
And we went.
And we did.
Back again is Little, our favorite bunny for the past year.
Moving on, now a garage sale we do today. Call it yard sale in front of the garage.
It is not easy to make space for shoppers and lookers. and the stress. no one is around.
then talked to Stephen who runs five miles a day. Lives up the street.
another someone unknown bought a roman column downtown. says it's in the trunk.
then a big crowd materialized. they buy
the cowl from my sloop Navigator is gone.
said goodbye to years on the boat.
why is there a soft pain when releasing the past?
then no one. around.
Why haven't they taken my hundred years old desk chair. no one all day has looked at chairs.
my wife and i always went to chairs at yard sales.
our Andrew Carnegie portrait print framed for a library stays with us.
Llked talking to Pragna's father.
the day ended
we sold well. it was still tough work.
working on today, Sunday - hooray.
what do ya say? out of the way.
do not forsake me, oh my darling.
we've a sprinkle of rain.
Ned Washington was the lyricist
and a kind fellow i met at an a.s.c.a.p.
meeting in los angeles.
what a good way to go to the city.
now we're going easy.
mark this as complete.
warmer than cool.
i've been the fool.
half of all the world's farmers
are subsistance farmers
who manage to grow enough to eat.
Brushed and gargled very throughly.
Then got moving; early start in rain.
off to get some kind of cap form made.
They have me bite sticky stuff.
but there is more: next week return to finish.
I have no idea what else happens today.
Five seconds after the dentist comes in
He he shoots my gums with novacane.
dental surprises i don't like.
I sit there and take it, eh?
Where is the fun?
Need a great song.
three or four hours north
of los angeles i had a cabin i
bought from Lonesome Al.
Pine covered 6400 feet elevation.
up there alone on a warm night
i left the cabin's main door open.
in the morning the screen door
had white lime from the outhouse
forming an imprint of a bears nose.
Never hear blooming
i suppose in flower stores you do
i don' t hang out there often
Not one in my neighborhood.
Say grows flowers.
Noontime Canons booming
Leafing through three books of mary oliver
reading Lonesome dove again
Reently several several larry mcmurtry
Tecumseh and the prophet
Now can i write?
Michael connelly again
Say so.
bad news.
petrifying is the pending
demise of the saguaro cactus.
forever symbolic of desert plant life.
a few years ago we walked
in the Sonoran desert, saw the saguaro while
going to see my daughter
warm sand out
open sky
dry, beautiful.
memorable
Plain out. You know ?
Regularissima. And this is satisfying.
Hits the regular button on the nose.
Don't need a team of horses
to direct this into the garage.
Park it ,,, mark it
done for the day
nothing.
it's impossible.
the leaves aren't moving.
not a breath.
inhalation exhalation takes
more than's happening.
large trees, little bushes, top to bottom
nature's stiff out there good morning.
breath for me
and i on you
Now a small cardinal is moving
in the winterberry bush near the window.
back and forth all around.
constant hopper.
Okay he left.
I saw a leaf move.
Slow but more to normal.
The day will make it.
been thinking, putting time together.
to notice where we are when i write a little.
so looking at poems can tell me how
often i am chopping one down.
i'll have a wack. now it's quiet, nothing's
going on.
haven't figuered if this street
is going to grow traffic wise.
could be it'll grow out some other streets.
if we're lucky we won 't have to think
about it. right now it comes up cause
there's nothing much else to ponder.
how can they return?
Little reappeared, then a large rabbit.
all were waygone a week ago.
not a sign. then last night
at the regular time, same spot.
one, then the other.
a surprise for we humans.
seems they were passing through.
must have found a new home nearby.
this one is the best i've ever had;
still i don't like to go there.
all i bring with me is fear.
can't stop remembering other times.
other years.
though this is new,
i wear a mask. a disguise.
but he'll find me crouching down, waiting my turn.
the day after feeling better;
being thankful and cautious.
ready to bail ...
the world gets watered like a dry flower pot.
no doubt of it pouring.
tension means no traffic ... a big lacka.
a train sounding comfort.
lacka, lacka, lacka.
come-a rocka my,
Come-a rocka my boat.
two days without seeing either one of the big ones, or our Little.
aware there is definitely less movement outsider our wondows.
we look at the appropriate hour.
missing small bunny she called Little was obvious.
daily for five months we had watched it chew clover, play, sleep and grow.
went from lying on the lawn
in one of the same spots every day
around 7 p.m.
to gone.
hardly aware of how easily the season slipped by.
we're enjoying summer thinking where to go because this is
finally into the heat of the season, then it rolls into fall.
just feeling it before the colors or coolness come bout
but no doubt; the change is in the air.
said as if done.
the man's on the run
heading this way.
will see how it goes.
holy mackerel, don't need anything
but a pleasant time.
what i want, what i wish
row the boat. catch a fish.
simplicity elasticity, musical notes in captivity
here this poem ends ... explicitly
now tune the piano?
and the man quickly did.
i remember the long shot of the morning sun, first thing, at the crack of dawn.
how it hit the kitchen wall.
that's how i learned where east was
and that the sun moved a little every day cause i made a small mark on the wall with a pencil where the sun first hit.
and the weeks became seasons and changed where i marked on the wall.
Oh, the color of the sun and the wall.
i'd mark small so my mother wouldn't see it.
like large stars people mounted on their houses,
because it was the rage a few years ago.
thank goodness it is out of fashion now.
Dump 'em.
i say that so a few more people will
take down the ridiculous stars.
while we're at it: retire the bucket list.
we don't need a list of special things we
must do in our lifetime.
didn't expect to look out this evening
to see frolicking two full grown bunnies.
for ten or fifteen minutes they did
typical rabbit play: hopping, running, staying close.
change comes whether you think of it or not.
are you talking to me?
keep your eye on the ball.
that's common sense.
don't know why i repeat the rules
eventhough the rules keep changing.
all seems so simple when you see the field.
stay within the lines. that's what they're for.
plenty hot and humid out.
though we've signs that another season will soon appear
line up, wash well, dry, stay clean, my dear.
and be ready for what change comes next.
no yogurt with dry cereal this morning.
sure they exist, but forget about it.
today it's zucchini bread and butter
so moist and light
it tastes like cake - the bread does.
not a tough meal to take.
call it a tasty breakfast.
but don't talk with your mouth full.
Old school mates, from 61 years ago.
That says it. That, and: my goodness.
Imagine seeing someone you once knew that you haven't seen for a lifetime.
A wonderful event.
A tremendous wow to all, even persons reading this. You get the idea. It doesn't often happen.
Of course It warms the heart.
stand back, make room.
no obstruction, time is moving.
open road free wheeling,
fine weather hauling.
hills won't matter.
free spirits chatter.
songs are calling.
we're heading home. we're heading home.
there's one reported this a.m.
a solo rabbit at first light; out scouting.
all the great night storms predicted
resulted in a sprinkle.
so night ran quietly on hardly a breeze.
74 degrees This mornin', warm as you please. 85 this a.m.
looking at cloud thickness all day.
and hey, now i can hear it raining.
to you i send a warm hello
and advice to keep a lookout for what's ahead.
how prepared can you be?
please, be as best as you are able.
after a night out staying fully alert.
morning wakes in silence, no one hurt.
energized and tired, all in one.
time to to sleep, no need to run.
this is home land. safe for all.
good dreams, my friends. wall to wall.
not since april
has another month begun with A.
put a note up with a staple.
into this tree, mark it maple.
around on tables.
here they are. seems many.
just reading one at a time; or two.
i tell you reading keeps me company.
books tell a story.
the town we came to last
October with Catherine my daughter.
the town is Wooster,
an R instead of W and you'd have Rooster.
an hour away when you figure.
good weather, good country drive.
ordered the Evelyn 13 again.
leftovers were boxed and became supper.
John walker caught me, turned came back
we talked the morning with interest covering his current book and frogs.
i explained how the principal takes a position.
he will look now to see who is boss .
i have to speak up for him to hear.
John lives in his world as i harbor mine.
we are comfortable talking.
i made a four line poem as an example.
that's how comfortable the space john gives me.
always i'll speak louder, more clearly.
he walks miles each day.
i call him john walker.
a good soul.
skip the prediction.
sure we have the complete thick
all the way up and across, from one
side to the other plus up and down,
it's totally gray with no darkness
anywhere.
so it doesn't seem like rain will fall.
not immediately.
maybe after a while.
three minutes after i finished writing this
i turned my back and
it began to rain ... hard.
with expectations that never again
to wake thinking, worrying
about the great black work being
done on our driveway ... good luck.
today they pour, roll and spread smooth.
will it smell?
and the rabbits keep away?
and, yes, we've good weather;
there is no rain.
quietly near summer sunset
in the back yard three rabbits appear.
they don't walk or run out.
quietly they appear at once.
our little one is surrounded,
and may be the attraction.
ten minutes later they disappear.
The workers are going at the drive.
Monday will see them put down asphalt.
That will be the end of it for them.
For us it starts our hundted foot stretch
of driveway. Clean, smoothed.
Easier to walk on for me.
A sight prettier than gravel.
We'll see how it affects the rabbits.
They are our interest now, until the day they disappear for the winter.
A lot of trees, an acre of land and tabbits.
Of this we care.
and i remember at the end i told my friend Joe i'd have to move back to California again. during the dream i know the weather was fine.
if i was down by the boats i'd really like that. i guess my friends and the boats i knew are all gone. Even Mike at the shipyard is probably retired by now.
it's better to just dream some and feel good about the marina in Sausalito, California. i have warm feelings when i think about it.
all eyes to the sky.
the hard way of prediction.
we know rain is surrounding us,
on tbe way to wash us down.
radar doesn't lie.
the soil is sticky enough right now.
thank goodness the Mennonites are an able crew, and yet there's only one of him.
hats off. attention.
we made it, this shed's in.
starting easy on the light side.
its a grey day, no doubt.
an atmosphere dull, not sharp.
what this weather's about.
Saturday, 10-28-2017
take some steel and winds
not great, but easy.
color them rolling,
skies alive.
consider this open time.
wall to wall.
free with no appointments,
that's how to awaken.
gives me space to create.
fill the day with what is best.
i should make a list.
had a circle of dream,
light as a feather.
in the back of my mind i'm keeping an eye out for what's next.
Angela Merkel spoke. a pleasure to see dignified composure and competence..
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took the car in; then after the oil change
paid 500 dollars more for new break pads.
plus another hour and a half waiting
for them to do the job.
i think one guy did the work.
they had coffee and no donuts.
you go to an auto dealer and that's what you get.
it is good i report, so you remember.
when i glanced up from my book
two rabbits were ten feet in front of me.
next to them
two humming birds were at the feeder.
it took less then a second
for the rabbits and i to see each other.
both rabbits simultaneously split the instant we saw each other.
the birds drank at their usual pace.
i need a bit more sun.
now i'm in the shade.
these are the moments we wait all winter for.
