nothing about

 took a few hours before i noticed 

 no one was around the neighborhood.

hardly a movement outside. 

 Thursday afternoon would turn out to be a sleeper. 

still and warm ; no, hot. say i forgot we had

no breeze. the temperature went up a few more  degrees.

 

Better

 heat is coming again, yet this morning ...

this morning it is nearly cool

definitely comfortable, you know the feeling.

all begins the way it should.

dress for the joy of summer. i would.

the season is a runner.

lit in stars, while here down under 

we feel the way we do.

today is filled with blessed wonder.

wait now for rainstorm thunder.

check the possibilities

 riding tied in place

smooth and familiar.

take it at your pace

where  you're safe and the boss.

no one will argue

the weather's so right 

when you're in a comfort zone,

 little doggie,  have a good night.

for lunch again

rabbits were out some

back and forth in the wooded area.

saw from the kitchen window.

 ate lunch, afternoon heated.

kept low.

day's off

we had them. enjoyable. 

a few days of nothing happening in the sky.

a dull time, up there to down here. 

sunny and warm, pleasantries deployable.

i'll say it again in my heart.

you don't need to read the final part;

 nothing happened.

no rain here

 crowded by splashes, left and right.

up against a building with

no dry space to move ahead.

 can barely turn to look over my shoulder.

seeking a dry place to hide from the rain; 

at least the cold wind can't reach me here. 

great. 

i'm pressed against a wall.

hear the passing train. 

you hear that? 

the reason is the wind coming my way

 nearly blows me off my feet.

come on, we're out of here. 

you drive, i'll ride. 

 what are you smiling for?

let's go. run for it.

happy again

 can recall a day without rain

somewhat plain

down the lane

goes by saying

 a wagon drawn by horse

 they're out there, of course

merrily we spot them

never to be forgotten 

though it was another time

before cars were the solution

speeding all the time now

and my, so much pollution. 

Dusk upon

 mainsail drawn and lifted,

 only the jib for the last few hundred yards.  

soft breeze this afternoon.

tide is changing now.

mostly boat people on the docks.

 a couple nod or wave 

others with their minds full can't see everything.

the current pulled me home.

all quiet and content at this hour.

As few squeaks and cleats banging.

the end of the afternoon.

went out and back so soon.

Thanks

 so much we've enjoyed ... 

growing, giving savour;

as now we take it all

on subtle tints in whiffs of flavor.

august heat

 this morning is cold and damp ...

am i joking?  It's how morning feels.

today radio mentioned the explosion. 

which reminded me

i'm six months and six days 

older than the initial atomic blast.

also i'm ten years older than McDonald's.

a softer realm where

the buildings and the people 

lived a supplemental story. 

different everyone's aboard.

the cast has nearly rolled over.

came down

 the color of the trees

and clouds and everything outside

looked like rain.

i've painted it, and lived it

and nothing happened

and i said it again: it lo

oked like rain.

fifteen minutes and i said it again.

without a boom of thunder it fell

heavy as ever rain happened.

plowing to the earth.

wonderful summer rain.

3 instead of four

 hard to believe

she said that.

i made uncom-

fortable a three sylable

word instead of four.

i said comferble, something

i forever hear others say and

will always mentally note it,

i never say, never would say that

with an entire unblemished

brain. oh damn, now i forget

what she said. oh, she was 

surprised i made the error.

me too. 

Bunny hustle

i like those rabbits and they're around;

keeping busy.

Wind up the animals in a breeze.

all of them. 

they speed off when they want too.

afternoon sun and warmth is right for everyone.

pond water is out there, down the road.

rabbits don't need it;however water makes me comfortable

just to see it. 

Rabbits get water out of the plants they eat.

and they have fur coats all the time.

i saw one jump quick in the bushes

Moon ball

 the true story of how i held a ball

on the moon. 

the ball was not a sphere it

was a dance.  

i should have sold tickets

because Bezo and the other rich guy

that  went to space for a minute 

could each buy a million dollar ticket

and be eligible for the drawing and

win the yet to be determined prize. 

and i take organizer fees.

Okay?

Ok.  music is also to be determined

Daring

 

 

daring to be,

 a tough time for the world.

we move ahead cautiously. 

some live some die.

 we're here today in the spirit of together.

* * *

there is

global concern for how the world's going.

doctors  define our situation. 

while we  continue as always,

we drive-by crowded shopping center parking lots and wonder what everyone else is thinking.

***

some places have poetry on - or coming out of them

i’ve found poems by looking  at forgotten notes i left in the pockets
of jackets i haven’t worn for years,

***
i've found poetry on city streets, especially at corners,
in crowded stores when the music’s not too loud
 

on buses, on hot days in rain or snow, especially when traffic flows,

i see poetry outside when a cloud tilts a certain way,

in a coffee shop, when the waitress places the menu upside down on the counter and walks quickly a block away in her mind,

***
i feel poetry when touching an old wooden hand rail,
while walking soft carpeted

 stairs ... up or down

and in the colors in a painting; a landscape i once saw in a museum
that reminds me of some place i long to be

and how about you ...

how do you feel poetry ?

working rabbits

i think it is going to be hot.

a blue sky today for sure.

i 'm occupied making notes.

could use a lake with a small row boat.

the rabbit is laying calm.

good sense.

week in the midddle

 a Wednesday in July

jeeze-o-pete: nothing like it,

summer is on, home or away.

i'll take it. dream it better if necessary.

stay warm, cover up, sleep well. 

and the days are yours, Sunshine.

work 'em out.

presto

 you had an ideal spring.

winding quick as only a phone could ring.

i've seen so many people over the years ...

   now they're strarting to repeat

Winding the week

 thursday, has turned warm, 

while still quiet. What a charm.

 Will it rain tomorrow? such a distant 

word,  tomorrow ... and so many

we have counted. mystery days we've

mounted, piled in our box of charms.

winding up other weeks.

been promising

 how much and when?

saying rain's coming again.

oh, yes we keep hearing the song ... we do.

sharpen that tune and get ready.

there is more to do here for readers.

can't limp along with half a voice.

i'm expecting more out of me.

for you now.

first class discard

 today i threw out papers I'd held on to

for more than fifty years. 

precious nothings.  My things in ruin i've held to enlighten

the dark side of the moon.

time to let my old papers go.

no stamp necessary.

begone.  first draft items

let old words dash along.

this is a love poem.

old paper love

humidity

 get used to it.  it is the season.

  pay less  attention to what's difficult.

 i believe in you. 

walking in he rain.

that's one you don't often hear.

substitute thinking plugs the flow. 

float along, that's the song.

water's nice.

enjoy the melody. 

Starched

 can you tell

we're running summer out

a day at a time. 

sure am happy

for what we're holding.  

fire up some star bursts, dark nights,

lightening bugs to keep it spooky.

melodies in my mind are buried so well

i hardly have to pull'em out.

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.