Here in the middle
Our week is string
Wrapped in bunny talk
The divide appears softer
The heavy threat calms all
We have a chance to turn around
So prepare now foe either way.
I had this right in my head,
typed wrong and lost it when I looked.
should have looked many hours ago.
About now, right this very moment
Forecasters are turning their heads away,
Looking for a good movie to watch
Because no decent eclipse will be available
To be witnessed on the eight day of April in these parts
Or anywhere hereabouts, I do so verily
New shoes fit fine, look good.
I want her foot happy.
Now morning clouds set to clear.
Give us an all-right day.
Eclipse clear we’re talking
First off to Tajour, dentist-man
.
Been turning looking for rabbits
All around the yard they roam.
Not so predictable as before
But coming in unexpectedly.
A once in a lifetime eclipse is coming back,
This time straight down our street.
Just need a clear ten minutes.
We have a week to worry for an open sky.
left my beret in Finney Hall
Oberlin Conservatory of Music
called this morning to say i left my derby
then called back to say its a beret.
last nights concert featured a
great mezzo soprano and piano
then player on a stand-up bass made in 1741
then came in the rest: trumpet, drums, accordionist,
an unknown instrument from Brazil,
this entirely gave and got a "wow".
a top-line jazz and classical performance by all.
everyone took solos.
artists accomplished as is possible.
surprised i didn't get cold feet.
they knocked my socks off
Starting regal
high above the seagull
soars an eagle.
from the field below is heard the lonely, baying beagle.
Last night I had it planned.
Meri watched five jumping rabbits this morning.
They’re more organized than we are.
John Keats 1795 - 1821
The Protestant cemetery in Testacio.
Ode to the poet.
Already rained hard this morning.
Will take my pills and start the day.
Sleep carried me through dreamland.
I’m set for rabbits in Spring.
While still cold
Near the end of March
Toast is tasty
Sky is mostly blue
The day seems heating to wonderful
I’ll bargain we’re going for a good one.
The eclipse may have its day.
Taking it easy because it’s Sunday again.
All is going slowly
Later today we’ll have an idea
How it went, what we need to do.
Day begins quietly coated to the hilt.
Every branch and stem to be seen .
The padding silently fell
Reaching every spot, missing
Not a dot
Good Morning nearly Spring
Come hearty before us.
The time is right;
Mend spring
cast over the rolling waters
On the dawn of a new day
A Welcoming for all into springtime.
You and I included
Keep running in shadows
Doctor Ta jour today for me
Back again and pleased to see Seif.
He’ll check me up and out.
Happy for his work I am.
The corner is lit
Having a small fit
Outsized and charging
With lights on low, pleasant.
Showered and cleaned
A dusting of snow last night
Passing on to spring
As soon as we can
For us all
Standing together
Sometimes the alterations decorate
Well in a room
And on the wall.
We need a car with a new large interior
Superior to what we have
Although it’s easy to get along
With the same o , don’t chew know.
Lets decorate our way,
Way outa here.
On the open sky we sail long and free
You and me in the blue
The happy two
Smile lovingly,
How it should be.
Me and you
The happy two sailing on, and on.
All the work for Jeep.
Then I needed an agent.
Somebody made money on my work.
Perhaps another opportunity will come my way.
Although old I’ll stay sharp as I can.
Chris will lead the jazz orchestra tomorrow eve.
It is the session of the year every time
The groups of fifty are top musicians
Well rehearsed and ready to perform.
I‘m anxious for the air to be broken
at Finney Chapel in luminous harmony
Sandro died in Calci;
Giacomo got a new heart valve in Trestevere.
A difficult time.
Large Red lights on back
Very bright. Two yellow spinners on top
A circular brush on the street below front bumper
Much mechanical groaning noise five minutes not moving
Then all is gone
In the sky today
Birds circling land on the wire
After the other
Hardly staying, only testing their morning wings.
See what brings, what sticks
In their ritual of new flying tricks
To remain a while they shift belly weight to balance
