here this poem sans title
spins solo,
going gearless,
blasting idle.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Taking back roads quickly,
up then down,
rolling smooth this bright, sun shine day.
a tall glass of ice tea and a hot dog seems fine,
and a comfortable place to sit down.
have to come to rest.
make sure it's a decent, summer chair ...
a light straw, large-brim hat would
keep the sun off my face.
don't want to bake; just relax.
we'll talk, finish our snack
and plan what's next.
Another era it seems for us to see
waking to good remembers.
Oh; yeah the summer shines in
sun devine, yours and minds.
without a pet to water and walk i'm happy.
best wishes to you.
that I can do,
wish one for you. surely.
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Out and about
Don't want to hear.
The weather people are stuck
with that cliche.
front page morning articles
fill me with a covering of stars
...
Fireworks in New York
They boom enough for you did they?
Twisting in their flight
Capping calm with excitement
Topping off the holiday night
sparkles red and blue, gold and white.
Smoke it up, Do it right.
Sleep it off. Sleep it off.
Hide now tight..
the heat , clouds and storms
Turn over in the sky.
now I need the old days when someone
talked when they called.
right here what a great time of year,
even though the booms we hear
Fireworks in New York
Televised to the nation
I've never seen so much smoke.
Clouds to the ground.
Booms the sound.
I'm getting to be a resistor .
cruising up a winding familiar river.
paddle in hand, birds soar overhead.
humming a tune on this thirtieth of of June
and the calendar skips ahead into July.
didn't see time go ... criminently
good days, warmth and sunshine.
kept close in your heart.
duck when stuff overhead gets close.
find smooth water and enjoy.
i can see you smile.
we get our share;
this afternoon it arrives.
so how do we prepare?
i almost said you prepare.
i'll sit and read, maybe write some.
look for rabbits
eat what i can find available .
no surprises so far.
keep in the shade
and hope not to cook.
remember a pond i've been,
some enchanting cool brook.
the current took us
along the way by trees
at a bend she said, "All my siblings are in their seventies."
Oh yup, it is noticeable.
i recall a day somehow i came upon the wall
at the graveyard in Sandusky where the names
of my mom and dad are set
in stone along with their remains.
i'm getting toasted too
but save the wall space
dump me in any river
that will lead to the lake and the ocean
and eventually to the Pacific Ocean
where I was in the navy.
there's space out there.
i like water.
watching the young rabbits speeding back and forth.
a large cat is running around. terror. beware.
tough neighborhood at night i'd say.
don't want a fight;
not anytime. only flight.
all bunnies can do is run away.
they're nice to have in the yard.
they eat vegetables.
as many as they can find.
a black cat on the loose
crept over our yard by moonlight.
i worried what he'd hunt.
today a baby rabbit ran through our yard.
he got away. we felt better.
cloudy and dark now, a still morning.
warm. The season is full blooming
summer.
can't smell the lake here.
it's fourteen miles away from this new home.
however, i do think of it.
over a hundred degrees in Portland and Seattle.
temperatures are way out of line.
i need to concentrate on where we are
and what we've got.
how are you, fine?
Get in the car, we're on the way.
I'll take us for for a look at the town on the other side.
At least it's not far, and it's a good thing I can drive.
i was hoping you'd say that ... Prove it.
put your seat buckle on.
call it East of here. easy ride
my guess is my best.
Are you talking to yourself or are you trying to confuse me? Be quiet and look out the window. Now, what was I saying?
You were talking about our ride, and I'm waiting for you to tell me you want to stop for some ice cream.
That's the best idea you've had for a long time. What are you singing?
I made it up ... Buckle up and ride a little closer dear; we'll swim in summer water that's warm and clear.
charming.
Now some pages are complete with dictionary, spell-check, language translation;
goods to warm my heart so i can find satisfaction quickly.
on an inbetween weather summer day i'm grateful for what we have. i'm easily satisfied and truly lucky to be.
other days would work fine also i imagine.
nothing like imagination usually.
don't bet on it. Just ride straight down the road.
here's to you all.
i can't tell the weather.
let me lay that out to start.
no mystery.
it'lI rain, you know, just sayn'.
i got that marked down.
yeah, there's no telling how hard
it'll pound the roof and
blow wind like no one's heard for a while.
sure is better when the storm blows by
and the sun gets through in the morning.
sky is blue, partially, so good too; it's dry.
it's what summertime is all about.
It's warm and quiet
i picked up a John Sanford book that
i haven't read for so long; Rough Country -
i'm reading it again.
this morning thunder and rain hit hard.
we had two young rabbits living in our yard
last night; I wonder how they get by in this storm.
there is no dry haven
they came out from under the heavy lower branches of a pine.
Now five young rabbit's are running in our yard.
They sure move fast.
i try to keep it out of my mind best i can
gives me a heartache when i think about it.
rain will be here for a week
plants will love it
i'm happy for them.
and water works well for me too
i don't care if it's falling
from the sky to get here
right now it takes it's time developing;
i keep hearing it's on the way.
i've been waiting four days for thunder,
so far it's all been talk.
will be warm for us. it is summer.
shiny bright is how sky-wise it is
a soda fizz would happen
had we one. we know.
let's go continue clean in the yard.
not too hard, do it regular.
around the lawn we think
rabbits are gone. today we imagine
they took off overnight.
a family on the move.
two or three young and mother.
no other in the count. oh brother, rabbits gone.
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.
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
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.
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?
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.
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.
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
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.
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 can a day give?
sunny and warm enough.
it's up to me to fill it well,
and to the brim.
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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