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years ago in our little town we had indigenious people around

 but to tepresent them in plays we used locals to sing and speak. 

 after all these native americans had to represent our thoughts. it was our show with our ideas. 

 we could write their words we can feel their stones. 

we didn't surrender our space.

Thin air logic

i can't keep the thought i thought fresh in my head long enough to write it down, or so i reason. it is swirling. 

is this reasonable? i need some answers before i evaporate.

Halfway out

halfway out of the month meaning we've watched the months pluck away one at a time until the end of the year is nearby. memories are few as home and reading is what i recall, with not friends enough, although, the rabbit and deer were here. it has been cold so today a good change; the cold has lessoned and today's temperature climbing into the forties seems special. i look forward to the relative warmth. and, yes, the sounds i hear are the clocks ticking.

Thirty-eight

cold enough last night i had to put on a second cover to keep warm. today it will be cool in the afternoon. now i have lost track of many concepts. the morning temperature is thirty-two. farendheit freezing is cold enough. i showered, i'm warm and comfortable. spending time in ohio has made me acclimated. i'm assimulated.

Eukraine bleed-over

help all to repair this splendid country of crushed brick and dust. grow plants and animals again.

Lights down below

heat goes above when you're sealed. lights are dry and warm. leaving the thought to sit; dry and warm. the room feels like a submarine. crack a window open. let in a draft. only enough, hear the wind stir the trees and the call of the lonely train approaching. hear that whistle blow. that lonesome whistle blow. by noon light snow flakes began to fall.

Good morning

forgot to shave, but nearly had it together. while the season December seems getting by me. my clothes are clean. my fingers are too. if we had the music i'd dance with you.

Can not find

The familiar road is near here, Dear. 

do not fear i can steer.

Unhooked

now we are two weeks and two days before Christmas. i recall the time when we lived in the holiday spirit, grandparents, the decorations and the tree. from our windows on Main street we saw the whole town go by cold blue nights. street lamps were decorated. always we had snow. familiar carols on the radio and TV. Christ is born in Bethleham every year. again in a manger.

Cold and damp

no surprise this Tuesday, yeah. we've boiled down the day to what is. no one walking out nor drive passing. Just worthy Rod i saw picking up a few sticks at the conclusion of his walk. Forties all week they say. and cast out the U in forties. i asked Meri why and she explained: they do what rhey want. Little is seen most every day.

Best grapes

talking eating plump grapes the way you want to find them. surprise me, honey, where have you been? i'd expect you on a cablecar halfway to the stars overlooking Sanfrancisco Bay anytime, any day. i love you, darling, i really do. here's a poem i wrote just for you. grape sure.

Snow late

we're in the December part of the year and it's dry. i mean snow time is here around, and nothing's found resembling white heavy flakes coming down. not fall or spring, colding like the Dickens. we'll wait to see what happens. the woods will be mystic when white has fallen

Latest

for awhile or for always. ten A.M. is when i woke, because she came in and found me. i bore no awareness of today. out deeply, morning covered me. see to my knee. out to be. hear my plea - return to me.

New month

old year wearing thin a hearty cheer and begin again so very quiet when day begins. like winding back the years. when there were fewer people with less going on.

Little reappears

first the rabbit's gone, then wait a few days and snap: Little is back in the yard. Sunny, blue and cool. a soft beginning for December. like others i suppose, though i don't remember. hey, if you're not making notes on all then days of seasons tend to blend. that's pleasant also. relax and keep working.

Vibrance

the morning woke me to the tune of gusty wind and tap/humming rain. our group Living With Change meets today; we can take it. last nighr we went to Finney Chapel for Sergei Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto in C Minor and Beethoven's Symphony Nine in C Minor. Giant goodness. the pianist for sergei's really shook us down. at the end we didn't stand for him and we should have. i should have jumped up, led the audience. i thought he'd play after the intermission, he didn't. i'm saying so he knows how much we appreciated his performance. Byron Wei-Xin Zhou knocked all socks off.

The week will turn December

can imagine my old truck on back roads doing easy, steady and loving it. Some friends are gone yet all i can remember. had a slice of sandwich meat, orange cheese, on a flower tortilla wrapped in a tube then microwaved for thirty seconds. this is home-cooking a good, hot meal. also found the best icecream cone place by the library, near the lake. end of the road in Lorain. well frequented in the summer. so good that two days before December and i'm thinking about it.

yes, rain again

a calm song going on not too long, relatively. what's more? our song is drops wet from the sky oh, my, so i see it falling, splashing good morning damp on our camp this Sunday, a funday filled with football. somewhat as soon as we tune it in, turn it on. good day for keeping dry. go ahead, now try. i'll read some, play the piano, create a line or few, it's what i do. this one's for you. tap it out like code. that's the mode, i'm told.

Eukraine near cold weather

we see it closer daily, been a while but you know. and sure you're able but, like you i'd prefer warm soup and the fireplace. a candle for soft light dancing flickers on the wall. peaceful thoughts with those you love near. all warmth and smiles, calm shadows and hymns; family and friends kindness soaked with grins

Slip down

The mercury in the thermometer took a hit. Then skipped ,, down. Walking on the block near the lake is coming old. And comforting. I Won’t go out to try it. Not today ,,, it’s too cold to think about it. No breeze. Don’t need one. Not inside I don ‘t.

Cleanup

one word, several jobs: raking, cutting, sweeping. November sees much yard work until trees are bare, yards are clean. nighttime the winter moon shows white.

Impossible

it's impossible to wake without a thought and begin writing over a light blue empty sky. good intention will take me how far? we will find the response to this querry. aren't you fortunate? i ask the question of my problem and you can ride along at my side. i'll look both ways at every corner and keep speed manageable.

Quiet neighborhood

the mail person dropped junk post into our metal box. the lid slamming was the first sound i heard today.

Things to say some

this is not the biggest news. not news important only information. stuff: what it is. i don't eat meat i eat butter. how's your diet? thinking eating - how about ice cream. have more good weather going on. not quite as cold, all is better. sun is shining bright feeling right. found in my phone where i can maKe notes. this is good information. now i need only remember a while until it's automatic easy street, oh yeah.

A line out at a time

go figure why construction has changed; workers are willing yet parts are difficult to acquire. the light green and blue of the reflecting bay invites geese to swoop in to float a day in calm waters, quiet under the sun. from a small boat i too will drift enjoying the warm afternoon. such a beautiful day, near perfection. all i need is a small boat.

Serious post

enough accidental fluff, this is crunch'em direct throw into the arena. well the rabbit is hiding, with no forwarding address. the temperature is in the low twenties; about as low as a body can take in November. it's Sunday, the browns are playing. there's football all over. the San francisco forty-niners are a treat for us. we had a good time and are left with good feelings from the bay area. oddly Sunday wasn't fooball on TV memoirs, it was the Chinese and tai chi in Golden Gate park; then boats and painting wth Stanley. love to you San Fran. put in a memory of Golden Gate Bridge because it is prominent.

Used to living in the cold

this is the kind of poem warm hearts absorb. they do daily if they can find many offerings. if they can't then i'd say life is about normal. isn't that how lives move on. no question. living with normal everyday, anyhow. that and a bus pass is all i need, well, lunch money. i can't imagine how much i save not buying tobacco. hey, ice cream keeps me going. i hope the bunny shows up so we can know he has a spot out of the below freezing temperatures. i meant she, we think she's a she.

Filling in the gaps

worker-man comes to measure. sounds like he checked the angles. i waited making my own notes. His name is joe. He left his truck running, lights on - it is three in the afternoon. Time moved easily, all went well. she will get a new oven someday. The afternoon is calm and cold. friday eve and we'll be quiet at home. no idea if the rabbit is around. it should have a hole, the temperature is 21 degees, that's below rabbit comfort of 32.

Snow on The ground

all the color, falling leaves, chilly days, then to wake this morming withe a mantle of white, winter snow covers the field's floor completly. thin as a coat of primer paint but accross as far as you can see. frosty snow covered all this morning. hello November white day. we've been waiting for you. you are a thrill.

Word game aboard

 Instead of waking to think a poem

I now follow the game route most popular

Then quickly walk into  a wall.

Could I clarify this? Steady now.

I have no desire to battle, not when I can prattle,

After all, i learned to fence in college.

Fighting with a foil seemed pirate ship practical.

It’s what you need on the high sea, or in the bay,

What do you say, Bobbins?

Keep your foil and long boots handy.

I have no idea why long boots were pirate practical.

Canons mounted in the deck are understandably steady.I

A good roll near the bay

when sunny and warm seems fine.

What do you say?

What do we say?