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.
and thunder ... surround us.
sounds of storm rumble on.
hard rain swept in quickly.
now it is cooler.
weather is quiet this day after.
lone thoughts
tend to go on
like repetitious
melody
in company
they are able
to produce good
harmony
Taking back roads quickly,
up then down,
rolling smooth this bright, sun shine day.
a tall glass of ice tea and a hot dog seems fine,
and a comfortable place to sit down.
have to come to rest.
make sure it's a decent, summer chair ...
a light straw, large-brim hat would
keep the sun off my face.
don't want to bake; just relax.
we'll talk, finish our snack
and plan what's next.
Another era it seems for us to see
waking to good remembers.
Oh; yeah the summer shines in
sun devine, yours and minds.
without a pet to water and walk i'm happy.
best wishes to you.
that I can do,
wish one for you. surely.
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Out and about
Don't want to hear.
The weather people are stuck
with that cliche.
