Turn and wist

 

Shouting out good morning, New

Our dear deer I  mean rabbit was seen at dawn 

At home again where she oughter be.

A good lead to Spring.

And now she’s gone

Reality is Not what you think

 

Fold up gas pedals

Keep you alert,

on your toes.

Steady in the squeeze.

Reach out for me, Tiger.

Hold on to what you’ve got.

That’s saying a lot 

Warm then cold

 

Clouded over, though it probably means nothing

Wind picked up as forecasters predicted.

How did they know?

I said they because I think there are several.

My day

 

One of them

I’ll share with you.

No snow this morn.

Tai restaurant lunch planned a.

Been there four times,

Still don’t know what I’ll order

Or what I think of the place.

But I like Tai food, I think.

Dark start on the day

 

From the middle

Dad broke his fiddle

And he won’t play no more 

So he won’t play no more

He’s lost in the middle

Without out his fiddle

And dad won’t play 

No more 

Always was a morning Joe

Going where the women go 

And loving it

He’s got love to keep him warm

Final February week 24

 

This Sunday sounds sunny starting off

The day looks pleasant, what’d ya say?

Birds and hounds are on their way.

Stepping out in sunshine; quite a day.

Last cold day

 

A brave or foolish phrase to mutter.

Never before this early have I forecast 

an early warm spell on our way.

Caught into the calls for global warming

I know it’s early

Friday gets away

 

Fair weather day, all seems okay.

Will get done what I can.

Sky is bright, how are ya?

Working on cleaning,

Threw paintings away, 

Making room today.

Have far to go and time is tight.

Space seems at a premium.

Winter has gone away.

rainy day in February

shifting days seem ready to change

no snow and wet out.

drops glisten.

not so cold.

waking to the fact a dear friend has died.

a strong family man.

my hero.

where are we now

His son called

 

It was six in the morning, I fumbled

as I picked up the phone,

 saw his name on the readout,

He never called me before.

Got the phone to my ear.

“Hello.”

“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”

I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice

And it shocked me.

Sandro got away

 

How could it happen

My friend Alessandro has died.

I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.

He and I knew how close we felt,

We both let our friendship slip.

This was an accident. 

Somehow we got away.

Changing days

 

Sky is light blue

Someone zipped by

No falling snow

What we have looks thinner 

Although it’s too cold to begin melting.

Tomorrow for sure we turn to higher temperatures 

. 

In from where

 

The ground is covered white completely 

Not a warning; it must have snowed all night.

 The bunnies were seen in their usual places,

Little behind three, New into one.

Here we go

line ‘em up 

 i have expressive and receptive aphasia.

how about that 

it’ll be warm out  soon

Bright on the lawn

 

It’s cold and the morning light shines golden.

The three deer have left the backyard.

Twenty eight degrees now 

Thirty two will be the high.

I think it’s cold for sleeping on the ground.

Haven’t regularly seen much of the deer

So we aren’t familiar with their habits ,

Not like our friends the rabbits 

Shine through it all

 

Keep pots and kettles clean

Dress for the occasion 

Seems you’re seen in good light

Stay happy, sunshine 

i was a fool

 

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.

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

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