Rascals in line and around

there are a thousand people standing around and the new guy is asked:

"Are you here for your second shot, sir?"

new guy looked at the ceiling, thought before he said, "yes."

The guy who asked is in charge.

 he wore a dark blue shirt with a badge;

i remember him from the last time...the first time.

 He let's the line wait forever, that's who i remember and is dark blue whirt.

 

the next person in line, a woman, spoke out:

"are you going to let the line continue?"

these are not union volunteers. 

the man in charge looked, thought and paused,

 

then said, "Go. go. go."

i heard the man in charge ask: What color is your car?

in the majority there are only white cars, and grey.

"White".  I spun my head around for no reason, i just did.

 

"the man in charge turned to a girl and said, "when he 

comes back tell him he has  a white car".

the one telling and the one told are different ones.

so is the one he told.

the calendar does turn

 see how the snow has finished

has yet to melt,  but it's over.

walking through my February i see

 winter turned the corner.

this is what it looks like at the end.

now after nine a.m. the sun on the glistening snow reflects in a golden light.

duck turn

 i can see it like that.

the crowd is large.

this and that, fat cat, where's your hat?

i looked on the chair ... on the floor ...

on the mat? give me a minute, will you?

Let us chat, shall we? 

pat the cat, where he sat. by the bat. 

this and that, he smiled.

she tried to smile but had difficulty.

the river runs to the ocean, eventually.

major endeavor

as heavy snow falls.

Texas has a hard time...power outages and freezing temperatures.

blurry snowfall here in northern Ohio.

a few feet.  and it continues to fall.

we'll take it easy. see how it, goes. 

 

i don't know how this poor poetry happened. 

there were moments when I lost my balance.

 words got by me.

 all together i'm distracted...we have full-on winter.

 

snow is to my knees.

i'd bake cookies if i knew how.  it's a day for it.

i don't want to read instructions. 

and no one needs the sugar.

good flakes

 out of nowhere, started up

blowing lightly, white dots floating by.

makes a pretty morning, still air.

only a breeze with  no direction.

growing wind ... north to south.

minus traffic again. 

here comes someone walking a dog.

some squirrels, a few birds.

mainly  nothing going by 

hours pass

begins snowing harder

stops an hour. starts again.

reindeer passing, why not

 the message is the snow;

keep the weather foot

on the pedal so

no soot, only flakes

dusting piles

of preexisting pounds

weighing on the other day's

accumulation we see,

every where we venture

this day.  so we're snowed in

and on. and another foot's

coming

words

 words you say

can blow away

write them down

 they stick around

shortcut to happiness

 some pieces go together

when you sort them, however

not all fit in any weather

i'm saying cold can be too much

to comfortably fit pieces forever.

like rain can mess you up also.

a clean dry garage is a start for happiness.

so you need a heater. what do we have now?

a pathway to happiness? seems like a shortcut.

be sure to keep good pressure in the tires.

full of jolly

take off your jacket.

leave it on the chair ... the one by the window.

yes, over there.

full is not what i want to be right now, i need to lean up.

i'm thinking warm weather may get me moving.

right now it's writing and thinking. that's filling my time.

and still i've more to do that remains unattended.

publish my book and poems...that way i can see what i have.

hey, i'm doing everyday. we'll see where i'm headed.

i look back and think i need my writing in a heap where i can read it

and see what to edit. to add.  are you getting along or just

not thinking about it?

***

Major Endeavor

a name tells all.

 an exercise to keep us going,

to develo around my perimeter.
 my heart is good, i'll keep it.

that is not a question.

take a note.

check the hour,
 excuse me,
got to run again.

 

did you note anything?

i'm not talking weather.

look...we'll take it easy

get out your note maker, see what we can put together.

Filed up while it's right

 look and be filled with poets

all over the place, you see. make a space.

plenty all filing in order, in clover of happiness

what do you expect. now is the season.

 

get a battery to power your mower.

go moo now.

moo-er, the battery powered electric cow.

drone over for a close look.

 

moo over the fence.

from whence it came.

chew your green. 

stay lean.

tony bennet's song

dah. deh. dah, dah

dah. deh. dah, dah

play with me, why won't you

stay with me, 

i know you really can

take me along, sing our song ...

we'll ride along this way together.

in any weather.

our hearts will sing this song

our song.

blue morning

  looking out upon a winter's

start of morning sunshine. 

the color rose blends low on white clouds 

 and  a touch of blue can be seen in the shaded snow field. 

 

 looking early with the writer's eye.

the sky is simply empty light blue.

dance my heart for this glimpse

gives me a smile and happiness too.

Thanks for the month

  a few things right.

  thanks for help from Meri.

 she makes the appointments.

now thanks for the weather...this is winter for crying out loud.

 

the sun is shining bright  morning light;

has a rose/gold tint to the sun waves cast.

when i look in the shade i do see some blue

or suppose i do. that is the artist way of looking.

 

cold and pretty - that's today. and cold,

you're darn right it's cold. well, good morning

winter in February. now you can settle down

and take the season normally.  now six deer

run through our yard, stop and look, walk, then run off.

two of every February

 

our family always got together,

grew closer because of her, she's our calendar girl.

in sometime heavy snow.

 the two of every February

always a family party and laughter.

never missed her special day.

sure, grandma baked, always frosting on a different cake.

she was the best, groundhogs day. hurray

and grandma has the last laugh. many years have passed,

i'm always reminded of her birthday. ground hogs day

me, the kid, i'm the only one left ... the only one left

happy birthday, i love you, grandma.

can see fallen snow

storm is over. no more flakes falling, 

but it's cold. take your choice, drive or ride.

here to there may be easy if car can get out.

 soup and bread sounds right for today

and looking out over white, distant fields ...

sounds like i can hope for.

i can hear the music

i am dreaming a lot.

i smile when i wake in the morning,

half the time i look for coffee.

Meredith always makes coffee.

i should play the piano more, but i  get busy writing.

how have you been?

And what's your excuse?

Mud on tv, so to say

 Look now. We're taking disease apart.

and as time goes we keep growing.

cleaning house we are, keep going, 

Scientists are cleaning the land 

by growing enzymes without names.

arbuscules have set up shops...more than one.

step back. stack 'em up, keep growing.

be sure to get your vaccine.

thinking out

 i've done it before, run clean out of January 

while looking ahead for warmer days,

trying to erase winter cold from my mind.

today i don't feel heavy calendar involvement although 

we are looking down the barrel on the short end of the month. 

yes, it's easy nighttime dreaming, then waking

to see another day has flipped by.

 January 2021, i'm ready to jump off and leave you.

going to be Saturday on ice

     we need clean water...we have cold air...be sure to dress warm

snow blows in.  I'm distracted thinking of those Africans with nothing.

 and have to walk half a day for water. how can that be? that is torture.

can't they move closer? they are calm and work to provide for their familys.

meanwhile, here we have it easy in America and it's going to hell.

 ---

then it would freeze,  cold makes ice

 when cold is nice, take my advice

how have you been, when actually cow

 ten skin win thin ice den twin hen been kin dicey

---

so sometimes it falls apart

and when i look at the cart

i'm pushing it.

can explain, got it?

wave the flag, we're going to race.

symbols all fill the place

when thinking letters with words forming.

now typing and holy cow, expressions.

 

sure we are the possessions

of dime rhyme.

WAIT... kindle pinged me for an Irish fiction.

now think computerland, ring deeper. 

i think you sent a sleeper.

when i was a kid i never got off on St. Patrick's day.

i've four grandparents born in Poland.

cut flowers, cheese, sausage, coffee, pie, line 'em up...make me cry.

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