Aaron Rodgers Quarterback for Greenbay
didn't score a touchdown
the first time he had the ball
like Tom Brady and Tampa Bay did.
i told Meri i felt sorry for him
she said, don't. he makes 300 million dollars.
bought a house in Malibu with his girlfriend
and now he's getting another one...girl friend?
yeah, who needs two houses.
emails keep pouring in. i don't see why.
where have i been?
since when?
well, send money not emails.
i don't have to read dollar bills.
gives me chills.
books are open kindlecordingly
they do stack electronically.
if i had a horse, and knew how to ride
i'd be cookng over an open fire
and sleeping under stars.
that planet is Mars...where i'm pointing.
nice night, yeah?
7:30 in the morning, i flipped on the TV.
Wolf Blitzer looks tired. the man so admired.
i took a shower the first hour i'm awake.
the anauguration is today.
everyone will line up soon black car after another.
Joe is getting ready, maybe he's having breakfast.
i forgot about breakfast, there i remembered and i'm hungry.
so i made bacon and scrambled eggs.
then from a good seat in my tv chair,
well, we switched, but often do that, i'm in her chair.
both chairs are identical, more or less... no, exactly, and forty years old - from Nancy Otten..
our day is marking the event. no snow fall, a cold spring-like day.
good sun. i'll believe he goes easy when he is gone.
it's eight o'clock...the door is open...he hasn't gone yet.
this is our time also. a point to mark time. i'd rather have a musical event
like a singer and piano player. Diane Krall, heard her recently, what a fine artist.
put her on a fine piano and you have something.
Meri put it together, there's no crowd at the airport...he wants to talk to a crowd.
8:15 he and wife, Melania are in the helicopter.
8:18 liftoff for a fifteen minutes flight to Air Force One at Andrews Air Force Base. Joint base Andrews
what, i have to give a travel report for this poem?
my words are sleepy also i suppose.
not greased but moving ahead. i should be at a table looking
toward the rising sun. having an easy winter.
well i'll have breakfast then see how the world looks.
mask up,
way to go;
tie one on
this time for Joe.
i'd say we were fifteen
eating lunch in the school cafeteria
for the first time. at the same table
he watched me eat, i watched him.
mashed potatoes, vegetables, salad, and meat.
he was amazed because i ate things together.
one bite here, one bite there; and i'd never seen someone like him.
he ate all the potatoes, then all the vegetable,
then all the salad, then all the meat.
we do as we are taught.
the overboard moon, i took along
as i could carry it.
my heart sank in the warming trend post;
day after day i made notes.
memories in Rome poured out.
what we saw
as we took buses new places.
and the familiar
over and over: bus by train and car.
so many corners we turned.
my heart is warmed
with lasting impressions.
i'm glad to have made a note of it.
enjoy the ride, did you?
in the library someone sits in the center
spinning through pages in a book, looking for something.
Concentratng. Evidently busy.
As i come in the front door a librarian at the main desk
spins her head to see who entered.
"Good morning", she says to me with a smile.
"Hello". i say. i recognize her from years ago but don't recall her name.
She stands taller at the counter and awaits my words.
"Who is that at the center desk," I ask.
"Arnold," she says, "I don't think you know him. He's new in town."
I nodded.
"Has it stopped raining yet?" she asks, looking out the window.
I smiled. "Almost. It is nearly finished. Not like before, that's for sure."
...
there are stacks of them.
I came for only one.
i see that is so. what is the hook? i will write until i finish.
i read new poets to see what they say
mine is like ancient but i wrote it today
don’t make new schemes, don’t always use rhymes
I’ve got this thing going of doing four lines
don’t run with a group; It’s all give and take
i patch and recoup, so give me a break
no snow yet, not like it should be.
not as i remember those times when
we used our sleds everyday, school was out
just about. on the hill right in town, speeding down;
through the woods to get there.
we followed the snow falls bidding
... made tracks so others could find the paths,
for crossing walking ways ... in blanketed white
pounded down with footprints,
morning through night
... in January, crispy
saw the disturbance on TV;
as close as i wanted to be.
agony to see how real trump is,
that people willingly follow him,
emulate his example.
at home, away from crowds
and covid19
all is fine for me,
life goes backward,
the clock of it,
and you don't know it.
when your sleeping
hours tick off backward ...
not always, but oh, yes they do,
while you're not looking.
how can it do that?
so basically
when you're out and about
i want you on the same page,
no game changers, okay ?
to tell the truth
here's the takaway
keep your eye on the ball
got that? get that.
it starts this way ...
i hear the poem idea in my head; not quite.
sometime during the night
it goes tick, tick, tick
i'll look over quick
then forget what i said.
i read and slept by the usual time. thought i heard noise of cheers but it was only ten last night. l read the news now to see what happened. this morning it seems the usual outside: silent, okay.
now afternoon and it rains.
The other side of the globe where it is summerish, weather warm, walking around without coats ... good for you. I thought of you today. it was direct thinking of you. enjoy your warm days. here it is cold, above freezing during the daytime, but cold enough i need to decide which hat will I wear every time I go out. so now, this is real thinking of you from me here.
next on my mind
is using capitalization of letters.
even in paragraph form
i prefer to do as with my poetry:
names, titles, what i choose ... not
grammatical order. doesn't make sense.
seems to read and write easily for me.
thought i'd say.
she hung it by a string from the ceiling.
gave a spin; it flashed in a sparkle of sun;
wow. beautiful to see.
after a while i pointed, "it's slowing up."
she shook her head and said, "we're all slowing up."
that time i nodded. she deserves an award for observation.
at long last the decoration slowly came to a stop
and began spinning back the other way.
i wish i could do that.
all right, after a heavy snow day
light rain has been falling.
are you okay with that? snow is leaving.
now it's warmer and January is a week away.
let's joyously throw away this old year
and begin a good year with new weather shall we?
fields are under white wonder.
the sky's the color of a week-old snow drift.
in the forecast rain is brewing
to wash away the freshly fallen
mounds of powder stewing
if not today, maybe tomorrow.
reagardless, have a nice day
until the rain man gets here
and washes everything away.
we design the fest, mark it out,
then act as if the calendar happened by itself ;
we won't claim responsibly.
pack your memory bag ...
remember the best of times.
music too, pull that out and remember
when it sure was sweet.
doesn't matter which tunes you recall ... any will do,
while you go around carrying more viruses
within you than stars in the sky.
load up the reindeer
American girl cries to grandmother
on the phone. wants to go home.
got four months in jail at Cayman island
for breaking the Covid19 quarantine.
