Time riding well

 

How did I know I’d run

Into so many cowboys in Hollywood.

They had to be somewhere.

Like the actors  they’re everywhere

It’s hard to be a civilian and ignore them 

Everywhere you go is the thick of it.

Playing the piano in my garage-studio 

Kept me hidden away.

core thought

 

core thought

core thought
at home thinking a spark
where day starts,
all begins in the dark.

five this morning
playing piano in my head
figuring it out, doing the left hand,
making it better, keeping it tight, lying in bed.

and i said, time moves on, six-thirty; oh,
the sun is on the mask now, the stone medallion
over the door on the building opposite our window.
i’m up this instant and want to take a photo of it.

the mask is already
a few hundred years old
and i want to preserve it
forever, on celluloid? am i joking?

and i take one, it is blurry.
i take five, all are blurry.
for one minute some days,
some times i think of

these swans in stone, this family seal.
the sun kisses it brief moments, mornings
when it is sunny. if i am looking
at the right time, in the right month, i see it.

though, can’t think of it now, planning this day, i am.
have to make breakfast and shower,
then catch a train to pick up the car.
we’ll find a place to park it when we get here

back to where we start, some other hour
at the beginning, home again
at the beginning of the day
then, when the sun is rising

Blank time

 

A little warmth would feel fine.

Give us some good season to enjoy 

We’ll take and give.

One third

 

Can clean the ledges

Wipe the edges

Note the grey comes through .

0n this darker morning

The month I was born in

Here is a fine hello to you.

So we carry the grey

Drag it through the sky

It’s the kind of day it is.

Hold on to your smile

We will persist 

In two thirds the month to go

Eight is great

 

Did you see the space?

We’re goings to Smucker’s town.

This is a big deal , a little town an hour away 

Out in the country.

Ready to float.

Open the moat

Ten spot

 

Coming and going this morning starts well.

We’re ducking sadness 

We think yesterday we lost our bunny, or two.

We will see how days develop.

No quick decisions.

The full story develops.

Now we’re keeping alert for an early spring.

We’ve no snow here in February 

 No longer a regular winter 

Solid bearings

 

Empty street car beds

Silent rolling through nothing special 

Give me a bay and a boat

Floating our way, we shall 

First feb week

 

Seek out the peak

Just a quick squeak 

Remembering tight waves we rode

Terry and I floating 

Struggling to get by

We made it to another day

Quick car go by Sunday morn

 

Blue lite sky bright 

Silent as it should be.

Short white stiff grass

White truck goes by.

Days on

There you go

Time is splitting into pieces.

Doubling up, and down,

We can link it.

it’s sure worthwhile to have around.

Thanks for being my friend;

It has always been a treasure to know you.

Grandma’s birthday

 

My sweet grandmother, what a dear.

Always alert. 

A kind soul.

Whole note

 

The front end of February arrives

Fat and loaded 

Filled to the brim

Starting in completion 

Boasting a full pack

Held in good order

Ready for birds and plants

On this edge of spring.

Fine de Janio

 

Making soft plans

Exercising to be stretched 

Not a movement fuori

All is quiet.

Winter is taking a break.

Climate change is happening .

A county vehicle went by

Too quickly to see the name painted on the truck.

Am ready to return in Italia.

Dry ok and good eating

Hills, distance, quiet ocean; art

Explore some. Read and write

Shake it out

 

Attendance runs weak today

Need a butter word for this slices

Wear your knit cap

Keep your head warm

Ride out of darkness 

Keep your butter side up

Dance to the music.

Fillet of soul

Fill the platter

Darn the yarn

There’s no matter

Show your charm

Last night was the event

 

First it hit the roof

Scattered rain in a clout.

There was no doubt 

Pounded my dreams 

Left morning disheveled.

Clouds ran unguarded 

Heard tapping up above

Or it came through the walls

Combined in my dreams 

Perilous it seemed

Until morning had opened 

Fearless and content 

No rain

 

Running through January when a rainless day is the event.

It seems we need sunshine for a week to dry out.

Quiet again, that’s for sure.

Seems the reason to celebrate.

 Nothing moving; though we saw a blue jay.

Grey sky, nothing but grey sky’s from now on.

Bowling them down

 

Made room to continue 

Without a frown 

complete weekend menu.

Mark the days round 

There’s candles and leather 

Light as a feather 

Sailing the bay

In all kinds of weather.

Mark it all down.

We’ll crew for you

The coffee is warm

Head with the wind

Lean Jan, nothing left

 

Little caps, the rest gone.

Took care of that month.

More snow is a possibility 

But don’t look for it right away 

A few visible blots of white

Are more likely plastic bag pieces 

Most everywhere is wet and soggy

It doesn’t look cold at all.

A car or two went by in speed.

Where to is the appropriate question

 Nothing special is going on

That’s the tune of the day

Looking the slate over

 

 snow is half gone

Put a mark on the wall.

You think it’s almost spring?

Experience tells me it’s way up ahead 

Take your foot off the brake 

Tajour is our dentist

 

Haven’t seen him for a while.

New year, same old when I get there 

A piece of a my toothcap fell out.

Meri had a tooth wiggle 

He’ll put us back together.

And She got glue, l’ll get a new bridge for three teeth.

Nice to drive here,back to norwhere

The old home land.

I feel love for the place, the park, the pool.

There’s joy to see Tabby and Self again. 

Thirty minutes by car to home 

There’s a pizza place around here I like.

Meri most always says no

Today she bought me a slice.

Week middle

 

Halfway tomorrow we’re set for the week mid point.

Today is white lying thick and still 

Little moves now 

Holy cow how quiet.

 Need days for the bunnies to dry

  Stiff, Cold and silent 

Bundle the days

Road is visible

 

Not all, not plenty, some road I see.

Where it should be.

How do you feel? It’s dring

I mean it seems about time , yours and mine, all of ours.

She shines on mine, on mine street

Si neat and on time

Morning to you, good day

Kelp out of the way

We are making tracks

Saw the police car go by

And the regular couple dog walkers

With their beige long hair dog

On the left bank

 

The one that will turn warm.

Slowly may turn up the temperature 

Little by little, we’ll follow along.

Tighten the package and keep in line.

Ahead we will have warming.

Now we take the snow cold another day

While they say it rains and warms starting tomorrow 

No traffic or walkers

All are saving up

We’ve decided to take it easy.

 Thelonious Monk is the second most recorded

jazz composer behind Duke Ellington.

David I don’t know

Out side shoveling our drive before eight 

Says he’s been up all night.

He’s expecting three more inches today

We’re in the front row in the world of clean driveways 

When the MGM lion roars step aside

The  huge red lights in our drive are science fiction 

Were nearly in our living room

Silent, I’ll say that. Lights are.

Snofull

 

A grand pack floating in rolling zoom.

There is Hardly room for more.

Still blowing in

Upon thick piles 

Crowded over.

We need to holdout a few days.

The weather is turning soon.

We can make it.

Color changed

 

Peaks alive color strong 

Good morning friend, how are you.

Seems you’re riding well today 

I’m just a tree away

Sorting as we g o .!

Who’s counting?

Shirts and skins, 

there’s no hair like the buffalo.

Break in the cycle

 

Cold but less so

This tues has gone easier than days before 

We’ll take the pause

Our winter can slacken anytime it wants 

The sun is warming, no doubt 

The middle of the week brings change

Heavy Sun and deep shadows are welcome 

Write this day down 

So you probably noticed thatTuesday isn’t exactly the week’s middle .

 But exactomundo is a more or less.

You can tell how it is presented 

With a feeling of spaciousness around.

Circling as it comes in for a landing 

You can count them on one hand

 

Five is all the degrees

This slow start morning.

White blanket Covers frozen land

Pennants in the field flutter

Takes the breath away