Moved in around the corner.
From Ithaca New York.
Whenever I hear of Ithaca
New York is always mentioned.
Glenna said that is because of
Ithaca Greece. This is an example of our neighborhood.
Another thing to know then:
her dad’s name is of course Glen.
on the warming trend post opening page
the last word on the third line is home.
click "home" and you will have twenty poems per page.
to the letter of the rule
where even thirteen can be a lucky tool.
the sound of laughter welcomes
then after the bowling alley,
past the fish houses on the river,
open to the lake.
begins the pier, where beyond the block house.
can't be seen from here.
at the light house
hidden in fog
is the calling horn
bidding: beware . . . beware
meanwhile, checking back at the bowling alley
Sparky Lala will sweep and take out the trash.
Arthur Wintersteller ready to smile is sitting behind his desk.
Irene Klein put on another pot of coffee, is not particularly happy about anything
they were small, young, a surprise.
we saw no one around for a couple of days
this evening they popped out of the hedge.
quick and small; in a blink they appeared
then … puff they were gone.
didn’t exist when i was a kid.
you had to search the woods to find a few.
fields were doused with poisonous sprays.
we played like circus performers rolling
empty, metal Dow chemical barrels.
Oh, now we have giant, giant shrooms blowing up on the lawn. Dinner-plate size. On the shady side. In four or five places.
Groups packed together
Or big singles.
You should be smiling.
Oui, oui
Bundle what’s to be done.
Put out good words like cuddle.
Crawl out of thought muddle.
Slick slide into the season.
Returning with reason
on your side, come on, slide
down the middle
There is buoyancy, a lift in life.
speed on fast,
prey all will last.
talking sugar on a large brown package
similar to a years ago, real thing donut.
at Christine’s breakfast place by my dad’s coal yard.
yes , this starts the day as i recall
they should kick off swell.
and diddie dooo.
rain some seems okay out.
dry in here, okay to the bone.
i ate two donuts; save number three for later.
donut thoughts are appealing
the small restaurant I forget her
name i don’t remember. not Christine.
Maybe i will … Lizzie? That’s her.
a good woman, loved by all.
Now I can see her smile.
For how long has Little returned
This morning she’s here. Comfortable and cozy.
We think she’s a she rabbit.
Here having breakfast this morning
Closer too. Near our widow.
Large and the same, our Little home again.
we’ve lost the heat of summer.
yet light warmth pervades
heat will return in force thank God of nature
it’s scary when it goes.
because this morning is cooler I mention it
Of great note
what we have is a monarchy transitioned
Last time I was seven.
there is nothing to do
mark the days respectfully
routine drift under heavy clouds above.
all is well, however, there is a problem.
Two of them. So this day is irregular.
Tabby is not at the front desk. Doctor Tajour
said we have to wait because he's working alone
and doesn't know where his assistant is.
He is gluing two crowns in for me this morning.
i don't mind waiting for my favorite dentist because
i don't expect a shot of novocaine, only glue today.
Jennifer the assistant turned up. she said Wednesdays they
usually work at the other office.
The doctor came in and glued my crowns
in two minute. He did.
i'm out of here.
Work on Dr. Seif Tajour.
A few years ago Sandusky's historic State theater
had Mickey Rooney make an appearance, as many old performers
do when they go around the country a final time raising money as they talk about their career.
In his youth Mickey was a giant star doing films and appearances with Judy Garland.
in his old age, for Mickey to make an appearance was a big event for Sandusky.
my wife and i happened to be listening to the radio in the car as a couple of people were promoting Mickey Rooney on the local radio station and one of them mentioned the day Mickey comes to Sandusky will be his eightieth birthday.
When i beard that i immediately told my wife we're going.
She said why?
And i told her, "so we could sing happy birthday Micky Rooney."
And we went.
And we did.
Back again is Little, our favorite bunny for the past year.
Moving on, now a garage sale we do today. Call it yard sale in front of the garage.
It is not easy to make space for shoppers and lookers. and the stress. no one is around.
then talked to Stephen who runs five miles a day. Lives up the street.
another someone unknown bought a roman column downtown. says it's in the trunk.
then a big crowd materialized. they buy
the cowl from my sloop Navigator is gone.
said goodbye to years on the boat.
why is there a soft pain when releasing the past?
then no one. around.
Why haven't they taken my hundred years old desk chair. no one all day has looked at chairs.
my wife and i always went to chairs at yard sales.
our Andrew Carnegie portrait print framed for a library stays with us.
Llked talking to Pragna's father.
the day ended
we sold well. it was still tough work.
working on today, Sunday - hooray.
what do ya say? out of the way.
do not forsake me, oh my darling.
we've a sprinkle of rain.
Ned Washington was the lyricist
and a kind fellow i met at an a.s.c.a.p.
meeting in los angeles.
what a good way to go to the city.
now we're going easy.
mark this as complete.
warmer than cool.
i've been the fool.
half of all the world's farmers
are subsistance farmers
who manage to grow enough to eat.
Brushed and gargled very throughly.
Then got moving; early start in rain.
off to get some kind of cap form made.
They have me bite sticky stuff.
but there is more: next week return to finish.
I have no idea what else happens today.
Five seconds after the dentist comes in
He he shoots my gums with novacane.
dental surprises i don't like.
I sit there and take it, eh?
Where is the fun?
Need a great song.
three or four hours north
of los angeles i had a cabin i
bought from Lonesome Al.
Pine covered 6400 feet elevation.
up there alone on a warm night
i left the cabin's main door open.
in the morning the screen door
had white lime from the outhouse
forming an imprint of a bears nose.
Never hear blooming
i suppose in flower stores you do
i don' t hang out there often
Not one in my neighborhood.
Say grows flowers.
Noontime Canons booming
Leafing through three books of mary oliver
reading Lonesome dove again
Reently several several larry mcmurtry
Tecumseh and the prophet
Now can i write?
Michael connelly again
Say so.
bad news.
petrifying is the pending
demise of the saguaro cactus.
forever symbolic of desert plant life.
a few years ago we walked
in the Sonoran desert, saw the saguaro while
going to see my daughter
warm sand out
open sky
dry, beautiful.
memorable
Plain out. You know ?
Regularissima. And this is satisfying.
Hits the regular button on the nose.
Don't need a team of horses
to direct this into the garage.
Park it ,,, mark it
done for the day
nothing.
it's impossible.
the leaves aren't moving.
not a breath.
inhalation exhalation takes
more than's happening.
large trees, little bushes, top to bottom
nature's stiff out there good morning.
breath for me
and i on you
Now a small cardinal is moving
in the winterberry bush near the window.
back and forth all around.
constant hopper.
Okay he left.
I saw a leaf move.
Slow but more to normal.
The day will make it.
been thinking, putting time together.
to notice where we are when i write a little.
so looking at poems can tell me how
often i am chopping one down.
i'll have a wack. now it's quiet, nothing's
going on.
haven't figuered if this street
is going to grow traffic wise.
could be it'll grow out some other streets.
if we're lucky we won 't have to think
about it. right now it comes up cause
there's nothing much else to ponder.
how can they return?
Little reappeared, then a large rabbit.
all were waygone a week ago.
not a sign. then last night
at the regular time, same spot.
one, then the other.
a surprise for we humans.
seems they were passing through.
must have found a new home nearby.
this one is the best i've ever had;
still i don't like to go there.
all i bring with me is fear.
can't stop remembering other times.
other years.
though this is new,
i wear a mask. a disguise.
but he'll find me crouching down, waiting my turn.
the day after feeling better;
being thankful and cautious.
ready to bail ...
the world gets watered like a dry flower pot.
no doubt of it pouring.
tension means no traffic ... a big lacka.
a train sounding comfort.
lacka, lacka, lacka.
come-a rocka my,
Come-a rocka my boat.
two days without seeing either one of the big ones, or our Little.
aware there is definitely less movement outsider our wondows.
we look at the appropriate hour.
missing small bunny she called Little was obvious.
daily for five months we had watched it chew clover, play, sleep and grow.
went from lying on the lawn
in one of the same spots every day
around 7 p.m.
to gone.
hardly aware of how easily the season slipped by.
we're enjoying summer thinking where to go because this is
finally into the heat of the season, then it rolls into fall.
just feeling it before the colors or coolness come bout
but no doubt; the change is in the air.
said as if done.
the man's on the run
heading this way.
will see how it goes.
holy mackerel, don't need anything
but a pleasant time.
what i want, what i wish
row the boat. catch a fish.
simplicity elasticity, musical notes in captivity
here this poem ends ... explicitly
now tune the piano?
and the man quickly did.
