My song from the sixties came back
Along with New and Little, the missing rabbits.
Although it’s cold we’re on the right track.
No doubt we’ll fall into old habits.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
My song from the sixties came back
Along with New and Little, the missing rabbits.
Although it’s cold we’re on the right track.
No doubt we’ll fall into old habits.
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.
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
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
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
Empty street car beds
Silent rolling through nothing special
Give me a bay and a boat
Floating our way, we shall
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
Blue lite sky bright
Silent as it should be.
Short white stiff grass
White truck goes by.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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