A day follows the other

 

On a bench overlooking the ocean

a beautiful view on a Tuesday morning .

Gerry and I talked and sat out watching.

Seeing the natural order of all.

A good way to pass time and easily visit.

Don’t figure/can’t told

 

How where I am

Pacific Ocean scant wave sounds 

Leaning waters

Waves wash me

Middle seat on a packed airplane

 

Too much like life.

Preps complete

 

Two days to go, we’re ready.

Have clothes in order.

Are you seeing the daffodils lining the way?

They’re spring to summer reminders.

So are the white blossoms.

Maybe when we return the warmth will have begun.

Just hoping. That’s reasonable.

Meanwhile we’re checking everything again.

It’ll  be good to see everyone.

Soak it up

 

All day piles of rain tumble down

Make yards and fields crowded with water ponds,

You know it’s better than snow around,

Seems rain is the way to go.

In an early morning rain

 

Kept me covered, over my head

Into quiet warmth so cozy 

Thoughts turn to California 

So fine, dear friends 

Coming up.

Day after total eclipse

 

A new kind of quiet pervades this area.

Relaxed and rebuilding this lot we occupy.

Rain all week, practically flooding is forecast.

And I’m looking at morning sunshine 

Afternoon has cloudiness covering us completely 

Eclipse in Cleveland

 

Half sunny in the morn.

Half clouded.

Six hours to go.

Strong shadows under bright sun.

Afternoon is unpredictable 

Avocado at home.

 

Our seed is a three year old tree.

Living in a large indoor pot.

Watered and put in the sun.

Looking content.

I almost said happy.

There are days like that.

Figuring again

 

We will see how the sky develops

As we prepare for two days away

To get here in game spirit

Line full the bleachers for emotional chanting 

Keep with high spirits 

Bursting filled with joy

Half clear, some bright

 

One speeding car, on a quiet morn.

 Was damp some, lately.

Had a dream or two

On a mostly quiet night.

Slow going

I rose first.

In a while she’ll rise then

She’ll do coffee 

Lighting the way

 

Still as it is the eclipse is near

A few days to and unpredictable weather ahead.

Just when quiet seems the norm

Days like this are more still.

Unexpected in the whole.

Run on

 

Here in the middle

Our week is string

Wrapped in bunny talk

The divide appears softer

The heavy threat calms all

We have a chance to turn around 

So prepare now foe either way.

I had this right in my head,

typed wrong and lost it when I looked.

should have looked many hours ago.

About now firecasters

 

About now, right this very moment

Forecasters are turning their heads away,

Looking for a good movie to watch 

Because no decent eclipse will be available 

To be witnessed  on the eight day of April in these parts

Or anywhere hereabouts, I do so verily 

Tweed pattern

 

New shoes fit fine, look good.

I want her foot happy.

Now morning clouds set to clear.

Give us an all-right day.

Eclipse clear we’re talking 

First off to Tajour, dentist-man

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Tomorrow Into April, the fourth month

 

Been turning looking for rabbits

All around the yard they roam.

Not so predictable as before

But coming in unexpectedly.

A once in a lifetime eclipse is coming back,

This time straight down our street.

Just need a clear ten minutes.

We have a week to worry for an open sky.

like a dream come true

 left my beret in Finney Hall

Oberlin Conservatory of Music

called this morning to say i left my derby

then called back to say its a beret.

 

last nights concert featured a

great mezzo soprano and piano

then player on a stand-up bass made in 1741

then came in the rest: trumpet, drums, accordionist,

an unknown instrument from Brazil,

 

this entirely gave and got a "wow".

a top-line jazz and classical performance by all.

everyone took solos.

artists accomplished as is possible. 

surprised i didn't get cold feet.

they knocked my socks off

Clear sky

 

Starting regal

high  above the seagull 

soars an eagle.

from the field below is heard the lonely, baying beagle.

Without notes

 

Last night I had it planned.

Meri watched five jumping rabbits this morning.

They’re more organized than we are.

John Keats 1795 - 1821

The Protestant cemetery in Testacio.

Ode to the poet.

Wet early

 

Already rained hard this morning.

Will take my pills and start the day.

Sleep carried me through dreamland.

I’m set for rabbits in Spring.