rocka my boat

 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.

Rabbits gone

 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.

Season slipped by

 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.

iconic

 The word iconic has been 

discovered this year.

Cover it up.

Give it a rest.

i have an island

 

i have an island in my room

i keep it in my bed

it's there i sun and walk on sand

and swim inside my head

piano tuned

 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.

when she asked me

 

when she asked me to turn

off the sprinklers in twenty minutes

i nodded and  noticed the kitchen clock

and then the one in the living room.

they were ten minutes apart.

i began to tell her and she said

“Oh, jack” in that tone, you know which one.

“This is not science.”

“go make a clock then” is what i thought

but didn’t say,

then forgot where i was going with this

so i returned to the spot where i thought it

ever do that?

it usually works  -  to capture forgotten thoughts

return to the spot where you thought it.

this time it didn’t work.

looking out the kitchen window

there on the back of a chair

a squirrel sat intensely

looking in at me.

i had a plan where i was going with this

but  now, before i forget again,

i'd better go out

and turn off the sprinklers.

The long shot of the morning sun

 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.

F in space

woke with a tone in my head,
checked on the piano, it was an F.

later in the day i remembered the F.
next day, again i duplicated the F.

then a train went by:
what do you know, the mournful tone was? an F.

now i am waiting another F'n train.

Let's retire the bucket list

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.

Survive and return

 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.

turning the corner on summer

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.

Zucchini bread

 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.

Renewal

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.

rolling

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.

one about

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. 

 300 species of hummingbirds in the world.

17 species in the u.s.

with these words

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.

worn out

 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.

 sun sets

some do

flush red

others

rush out

grey