Coming down

 have never seen it rain so hard.                          a gambler played the weather card.

 in five minutes must have rained a pound;

then it stopped. there came no sound.

Death Valley, California

 130 degrees Fahrenheit there.

and here in north east Ohio we have 

successive days of heavy downpours.

while the wealthy are preparing for ashould've 

quick launch into space to say "I did it."

meanwhile immuno compromised me

enjoys coffee at home.  so there!

how are you?

tall tree

 long wind whipper in green. 

bird holder and ring maker. 

slow standing and patient. 

every time i come up to see you you are still there, 

watching with no eyes. 

hearing with no ears.

 one long finger bent on the wind.

heavy rain

 and thunder ... surround us.

sounds of storm rumble on.

 hard rain swept in quickly.

 now it is cooler.

weather is quiet this day after.

one i've used previously.

 lone thoughts

tend to go on

like repetitious

melody

in company 

they are able

to produce good

harmony

No title

 here this poem sans title

spins solo,

going gearless,

blasting idle.

Make over together this vacation day

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.

Permission

 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.

---

Out and about

Don't want to hear.

The weather people are stuck

with that cliche.

Ok now, the next day

 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..

July so true

 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 .

the space developes

 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.

 

 

Big heat

 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.

lazy stream

 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.

New thought, old ways

 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.

Full summer and we moved

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?

 

 

lunch out

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.

Razz as in razzel

 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.

Just hot

 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.

another week

 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. 

sprinkles of rain brought me in

 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.

sorrow some, nothing major

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.

this day on earth here in Ohio north

 

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.

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.