yard playground

 finally summertime all packed green;

completely, everything growing

and birds coming in

and chipmoncks, squrirrels and rabbits

 running threw the yard

it's rather amusing when there's plenty of creatures

running, climbing, flying around.

jump robins

 

three weeks old first robin leaps

ready to begin.

i'm sure the heart thumps

for the other standing on the rim

 

also going to leave the nest

seize life and begin,

there are worms out there to get.

mama said, you won't forget

space junkethon

 23 thousand pieces of space junk 

the size of a football or larger

 being tracked by NASA as they zip

thtough space in close earth orbit

Completely un guided.

 a  nearly collided romantic poem

chartering rubble.

Exemplifying the truth of how we care for our world. 

smaller objects tumble without attention. 

happy rain

i thought of calling this poem rain happy. it wasn't clear to me which way to say the water falling is clear and clean; 

no in between

without calibration of how much, 

and happy. it wasn't written specifically, 

so perhaps i was delirious over the rain. 

i had to feel free for the poem to take shape how it may. i could go along, no problem. was i allowing the falling waters to think for itself? this can't be what i was thinking. 

i have no idea what happened.

Clipping along

like a dog in a car
riding face first
hanging halfway out the window
what a highway we’re clipping along

on a ball sailing through space
throttle to the floor
don’t need a pedigree
any mutt can do it

this is big fun
i wanna do it often
my cheeks are flapping in the wind.

Hey, is anybody steering?

young and hidden

it's rabbits on my mind

when i'm looking out the 

window or outside walking.

 

how cautious they are

remaining out of sight.

 

a group of  rabbits is a fluffle

or a colony or a warren. 

ours live under a lily of the valley to keep hidden.

when they're three weeks old 

they'll disappear ... go live somewhere else.

we get used to rabbits around

then they're gone

without a sound.

We'll miss them.

note

 the unfortunate part

of not making note

is forgetting forever

what i never wrote

thank you so much a mouthful, i said

i thought i had a forever invisibility cloak.

mailman came and left.

for the first time he looked at me

and he waved at me. i usually wave into space.

 

that business complete, mailman come and gone,

i'll look in our box to see what advertisement 

someone paid to have delivered to my home. say, 

can you scoot over a half stool?  no ... the other way.

 

mail man is out of the picture for another day.

i'd say i am also.

both of our clocks 

can be wound tight again.

Heat in the kitchen

 pulling 90.  pushing it also. Degrees.

lawnmowers, dogs, enough, gruff stuff

my wonderful manual typewriter i dropped.

the end. 

the last line in the book.

except what lives on in my mind.

or i see photos, one's like it.

remember the weight ... thickness.

wasn't practical any more than

using a candle to read by.

now we wait for afternoon,

a few hours when the real heat comes alive.

 the powers of the season will give us reason

to open us up to sitting in the shade

Nameless

 can't name everything.

not my business.  

but i saw friends.

now I'm off. but i.

wow's been  years since we were kids.

would like to see more.  was lunch

and some were working.

no excuses for me or anybody

heats up weather-wise ... fine business.

been waiting a long while so i can't bitch.

no way, amigo. 

there now, my day's writing is covered. 

de masked

we can leave our masks behind us.

going now to Huron, ohio ... Berardis

 tabled down for lunch.

my left sharon becastro, left again peg.

mrs. geo, geo walbeck,

Meri, me still,

table two

barb, les, mary.

photo geo. bill koehler

so we held two tables,

while we ate and talked.

been a year, the virus you know.

participants from the class of '63 ... 

80 some degrees when we left;

we'll again in a month ... for an evening meal

it was good to see who we are.

Forever gone ... joanne modic savage and penny starr

and walt taylor. 

How much more

 how much more can a day give?

sunny and warm enough.

it's up to me to fill it well,

and to the brim.

warm weather

winter left a brief while ago.

yet i can ... yet i can 

practically feel the cold time now. 

when i think of it.

temperatures recently turned around.

this week we're going to warm

like it hasn't for a year.

plants and trees are open leaf filled

and we're grateful for the full green around

including the summer sound.

just the birds not lawnmowers. are you thrilled?

yet i can. yet i can.

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two large

 cats beware

the bunnies walking in our yard

are larger than you are;

we're happy to worry less about

the rabbits. we can relax.

remains of fossilized rabbits date  

back fifty million years.

older than Diet Pepsi

Head in first

 

this Wednesday Berardi',s, 

 the 19th,  eleven-thirty.

 talking over coffee

and some lunch?  class of '63 showing up

 tell me, honey,

Where did the old town go?.

the stores are gone, that's what i found.

what we need is a warm blanket feel ... who can debate?

a nap during the day before it's late.

you need shade when the sun  is cooking.

take out your time ... easy.

i've had enough not getting along.

the lake is smooth as it ought to be.

partially swell

 need to cover bare earth

before the next big rain:  the city says.

now, four rabbits, more or less hopping.

good to see them without searching for them.

they show up every day.

 

sky now is blue, wind is light; that's so fine.

count on next week to be warmer;

weather's moving that way.

 

been reviewing old poems/posts.

figuring where i've been an where i'm headed,

what i've done, etcetera ... moving on the line.

 

like Lincoln's funeral train,

 people turned out to see it pass.

it's where we're located.

rain day

 how long will rain stay,

can you guess half a day?

can't say while looking out your window.

 not from Ohio

 

just saw the photo

my oh, you look fifty.

i'm sorry you've dogs in the way

 

then falling and hurting your arm.

not good, easy to do, older you get.

i can say i've been lucky every day for a month.

i've got to pay attention. 

 

i'm just lucky. 

on and on. 

 me paying attention ... that's a joke. 

daughter: luck to us both.

May some

 

Sunday 9 May

rain opened the day

until 10:20 when

it began snowing

 i'm knowing that

for sure the sound all around

went from pounding to lighter.

well, thicker... if you heard 

you'd of said, hey.  It grew noticeable ...

thicker, wetter. For sure snow came down.

in clumps.

 

ticking better

talked to clock man, Tim

as he applied oil a bit

to the ticking of it.

was a pleasure talking to him.

 

the clock worked exceptionally well,

those words he said were swell.

he's a gentle old man;

got along well.

wait another week

temperatures will be better for plants

when it warms, you see, 

we're not there yet. we're going to be

wait with me

 

we haven't seen a cool spring for a while.

may as well smile and live with it.

for a bit longer

we can be stronger,

 

think of summers we recall, that's all 

stand tall and wait

won't it be great

when summer finally gets here.

circle cycle

 What a day it has been, Cole porter;

 It's a rare mood I'm in

and i dropped the ball recalling your fine words turning in my heart.

It's the flash of good weather that I love 

finally, we've waited so long

You can make it into a song

We'll take this day along on a roll.

building good feelings

In our hearts, you know it, Cole.

 

your warm words and unforgettable melodies

bring freshness and warm hearts to us all

and comfort going miles inside us. 

dream ride

the image of the name
flashed like a flame
now it’s a shame
not to recall

where, how, who it is,
what was happening and why,
I should have awakened and made a note
and written it upon the sky

 

debris on Wild Sleep River moved on,
floated tumbling, passed while I dreamed,
whatever so concerned me then
is not so important now, as it had seemed 

 

 

at Tuesday, December 23, 2008 2 comnoments

recall if you will

 

since we moved a year ago

we added time ... it's now

an hour to get there.

following a long layoff due

to the virus and shutdown

 

we returned on a Saturday.

i knew before we arrived

that Monday is the day the

old regulars are all working,

 

and who we saw were the

new young fat girls that

are the new age of takeovers

that can be found now

 

waiting tables for the customers;

turning out to seek the old ways

of the restaurant with breakfast

served in kindness as they remember.

 

it's still noisy in there, but the

reflections in the mirrors on the walls

don't yield the same.  

i know ... i looked.

give some summer

 weather open up

give us just a cup

of rain this morning,

 then move on, please?

 

so when you're gone

i won't have to think about

filling up the yard with water,

not again, and you will, i know.

 

but now there's sun ... better than snow,  no doubt about it.

it is time for summer heat and we're ready.

 

i see two big, king robins strutting along.

they're working the yard over.

keeping their eyes on the possibilities

for snacks today.

YOU SCREAMING JUNGLE MOTORCYCLE

I  PAINTED YOU BLACK

REAL BLACK

ALL BLACK

YOU DIRT BIKE YOU

I RIPPED THE KNEES OUT'A ALL MY PANTS

FALLING DOWN WITH YOU

WE CLIMBED HILLS

AND RODE ALL THE WAY AROUND GUAM

THE ENTIRE ISLAND

MANY TIMES 

WE'D GO THROUGH FIELDS

OVER THE BEACH SANDS

INTO THE JUNGLE

IN THE RAIN

And on Nice Sundays

STOP FOR A ROOT BEER

TOO BAD I HAD TO SELL YOU

TOO BAD

the early morning fishermen

 

limbs paddle lightly

with no worry where they've been ...

half a haze, half a sun

the early morning fishermen

still and looking

 patience sits me quiet, calm again.

waiting to see how the day feels ... begins.

how calm are you this morning?

you won't leave me in the dark forever.

a pie is sweet and so is cake

when you bake just right

overnight you warm with low heat

you know what a treat it will be

to have a slice with coffee.

warms my heart to think of it.

when we'll sit, have a slice,

that sound nice?  

let's put it together so it happens.

daylight reaches the swamp

 there's room on the log

stuck in the bog

where there's a frog

or two, singing.

Interesting voices they have,

in harmony soothing as salve

they croak in tones                                       

pure and ringing.

 

                

planktown in April, opening day

 

another season is set to open

as we prepare the region and the garden

 we drove us to Shelby ... wasn't easy

not when you stack the day together.

 

first we had to go a half hour

Kind of on the way to Norwhere

to see the beautiful new steps

Dan and his Mr. father, Ed Barman made;

steps of cement  to look like the 1860 sandstone original.

 don't know how they did it.

then on to Shelby for the first time in a year

for a breakfast not memorable ... or for sure we

will remember it as the day that rang no bells.

 

the old crew were gone, the new are not the same.

the woman with me had a Spanish something egg with toast,

it looked like catsup.

mine was a pancake, two eggs, shredded potatoes they say.

each of the customers, that's us, had many coffees.

 we left a bit saddened. this is April, 2021 , 

the race is long over and we saw many Trump signs.

 

on fifteen minutes to Shilo,  at Blu-ray: flowers, trees, bushes 

and plants ... Saturday, 17 April his opening day. 

moving quickly,  "hi" to Mark, with nearly a smile

embedded in his recognition of me. 

air is still, pleasant, quiet, Mark never slowed down

workers out with packs of flowers,

she shopped what she could.

 

then to Planktown, no masks on workers,.

10:43 AM, 46 degrees, pleasant, 

many customers wore masks.

we rode back to Oberlin.

my day middle of the week

a low motor hum i imagine

from the easy chair 

thinking good of times

cruising back-road lines

 waiting the growth of spring. 

loads, loads of rain coming soon, 

maybe Sunday, I'm wrong. 

 i am kidding myself.  no rain.

 

James follows the news of when we could see the crushers, 

a semi-pro team in a nearby park.

while baseball plays in Cleveland on TV for a price,

or more likely on the radio where it is still free.

pay those players millions and the advance we feel 

is the ticket price.

what happened to the rain?

On line i saw Sonny Curtis and got lost in old times. He could play his guitar the way i stroked our cat.