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.
