Crowded

 

More notices than I’ve time to read.

Could be a brighter day today.

Starting slower under high grey.

Smoke from Canada is what they say.

Two rabbits we only see from afar.

Our distant pets by chance

Because they never get too near.

how pets are when they’re wild animals.

They keep away because they’re prey

And to run aloof is their way.

We’re content they never roam,

They’re happy this yard is home.

We look for them every day.

And keeping away is good for all.

I know they know we watch them

 and have learned to live with wildlife.

Fine day of the week

 

Beyond the name is the function.

How well it’s constructed.

Here we are beginning.

Coffee me easy while I figure.

Labeled well and set

 Stream diagonally on the way.

Off to an Ohio landmark 

In good traveling weather. 

Some is history

Others are geography.

 They are mapped out and popular.

In the Buckeye State.

Coming through the wall

 

Halfway down the hall I ‘m dodging 

Them plastered on the wall

It’s early, too early to begin this way.

What do you say?

Sunshine, how are you?

We’re going to vote.

Simple, yet must be done.

Who’s packing the ballots?

Where are all the good guys?

Seems it should be obvious.

Even my coffee went Luke warm.

Whose side are we on?

A good drift of sunshine,

The temperature is somewhere in the middle.

Great to have such calming days.

Helps us all around.

All the rest have thirty-one

 

Tying it off.

Hi-Jack. hi-Jack sent me his book.

Like mine, history ran right over it.

Ernie did two takes on:

This minute in history is brought to to by Shell.

And he was so proud to get 6 hundred thousand dollars 

Then history ran right over it.

We never saw it coming. Any of us.

Hey, they got rid of slavery.

Got better dentists.

So now it’s sunshine 

And days in a month.

Raw grilled booms

 

Heavy thunder for two hours

While I slept and missed it.

Young bunny sat out this morning,

Must have wondered why it thundered.

What was going on?

Explosions in the sky.

Have to learn to read to understand?

Bunnies eat, sleep, run … and breed.

A lot of noise in a thunder rumble.

There is comfort when you’re wrapped in bed.

When you’re a year old wild rabbit

Living outside it may be tougher the first time.

Solid dream nearly

 

Kept me rolling all night okay

Without a pause in the chatter. It keeps rolling.

Poco summer flurries. Bushes turning.

maybe partially wind drivin’ I’d say.

Good glory to all.

I’ll greet you.

Hurrah. nice shoes.

Get along now. Keep moving.

Up with the morning sun.

Straight into work that’s begun.

After a morning coffee of course 

and toast while I’m at it.

Whip up to speed.

It’s what we need.

A lot of turmoil.

And mouths to feed.

New little & Old little

 

Paling up. 

We’re seeing them together.

While in the warm they’re talking superlatives.

We’re Comfortable to indoor doings.

A bashful movement of The leaves on the bushes.

all else is silent.

High fine thin in the blue above.

Why not Pie and ice cream me.

My rules have been stretched.

Oregano for all who choose.

Mic jagger has turned eighty.

Easy come easy go.

Record heat expected

 

Heated to the gills

Took Providence the light cruiser to Hawaii from San Diego.

Had a picnic with the crew on the fantail

The ship photographer worked with me

Shit my friend and me looking by the crew

 fifty hands on deck.

I should pull out that photo,

Value it for the time it was.

Now many years, fifty, later.

The time at sea with the navy.

Poems written on sunny days.

The smell of the sea.

.

Stretched out blue.

Comes home to me.

It sure do

Yes, it do.

Oftentime

 

Duck worthy. Started this morning with several

Ducks in the long away backyard.

This is wrong; blue jays back and forth 

Around the feeder. Ml’s idea / action.

Chipmunks and squirrels plus Little in the center.

A backyard packed in action.

i’ll have brown sugar on toast.

it’s M’s fresh loaf - delicious.

Winding through the final week of July.

The hottest days of the year.

Means 90s and humid around here.

This house is well constructed, always comfortable.

High thin overhead.

Mid-morning  and still, no one out.

Breeze in the bushes,

Leaves turn their faces.

Summer crowd

 

Saturday night at the islands.

Twenty thousand revelers seemed plenty.

I read that during the war of 1812 

The canons at Put-in Bay could be heard in Huron.

Not especially a long distance

For booms and flashing 

across a quiet flat lake during a still evening.

Oliver Hazard Perry lives in his proclamation:

We have met the enemy and they are ours.

I heard of this battle when I was in grade school.

Now two hundred years have passed.

The echoes of that war have reverberated.

Soup homedone

 

Naturally this is homemade soup today.

We’ll,  well.  We’ll explain it all.

It’s still summer.

Haven’t hit the fall.

home done soup is close

to the most

stop for a toast

Watch for bones.

 

As yet Unknown significance

Wait for instruction before beggining.

Pack similar berries together..

Sort by color and shape.

Currently longing for space to box.

Stirring words to capture flowing thought-ponies.

Whirling for a rhyme .

Bailing out in time.

Settling down by nine.

Get your tickets ready.

Take a seat on the bus

Seems to start and stop real steady.

We’re packing in the rest of us.

Hat the forecast.

 The weatherman on tv, 

so many and weatherwomen included

said the dew point is 72.

I had to write that down.

one in particular i saw seemed worried about it.

I’m 78 and know nothing about dew points.

Hat the forecast.

Do it quietly as Little and NewLittle are calmly faced off between beds 2 and 3.

Scattered patches of blue behind puffy clouds this morning.

Joyous.  Hat the forecast.

No traffic at all.

i’ll have a second cup of coffee.

Sailing on

 

Soft beginnings in morning light.

The day gently calls.

Slowly turning puffy clouds

Fill the skyway halls.

Two large rabbits ran across the front lawn.

Quick as they appeared they were gone.

Now the lawn is an empty canvas again.

We’ll see which speeding bunny can win.

On my old piano I’ll work out a tune,

To honor still nights and the moon.

By the starlight and partial breeze

There’ll be a melody to please.

Walkers not around

 

Blue is in the sky, not completely.

Enough for the first time in a while.

Nothing to be seen flying, walking.

Or Driving by this morning.

Colors are bright.

Good light starting this day.

Remembering I recall the people;

vehicles vanished with no trace.

 Now in a new millennium

The ever changing has come to this.

Words lean ahead and are mysterious 

Even as they’re spoken.

Budget bails

 

Fields are filled with rolls of grain.

Driving by you have to notice.

Field’s don’t usually look this way.

I should take a picture to show you.

Like toilet paper rolls five feet wide, six feet tall.

If you’ve seen these tools before it’s nothing new.

Bigger or more rolls than ever.

It has been a while since rolls were there.

So now you really notice them.

Food for everyone no doubt about it.

The population is so very large.

Instead of more rows of houses.

Food in fields makes sense. A welcome sight.

Dressed well enough it seems.

 

The mower pulls itself and the mowee.

Up and down the line, cuts so fine.

The air quality has been cut to ribbons.

Terrible sky what have you done.

It sprinkled last night.

Streets got wetter.

Holy mackerel

Will things get better?

Plow, plow turn it over

Give the bunnies fresh, new clover.

Make it better; clean the air

All over, yes, all over.

How It happened to be

Noticing the house across the street

I could tell you about it.

There are only bushes and trees visible.

So thick with foliage no house can be seen.

In the fall Richard’s house is prominent.

I worry when there is no bush between us.

What change when the woods is thick.

Give us the green between.

Now with that said it’s a return to morning.

A return to calm.

Sunday morning all around.

Deer or bunnies with hardly a sound.

Working out two, three,

 

Promise of warm this afternoon.

Are you in the mood to wait?

We saw it pass.

Was on the slate.

Turn the levers

Wake them up.

It’s the full count,

bottoms up.

Concentrate

 

Pile words in a stack

See what walking we can run into.

Don’t scatter. Keep on track.

Familiar places we’ve all been to.

Dressed for success we all wear

What we have, how much we care.

Looking sharp is a treat.

Slow down, this one is our street.

We’ll mark it well 

Using our power

The wishing well

Denotes the hour.