he comes bi
whenever I
...haiku written in Winchester Virginia in 1980 summer kha
strangely I've come about in the terms of ethos as far as I can let myself go...there's no promise in this tomorrow other than to remain resolved to do the best I can in whatever weather there is..
this time of year the weather is pretty much in charge of the ballgame..like the Cubs winning the pennant..it takes over the situation..a grim one, one of plowing in and regrouping to prepare for next spring when things grow again, when the plums begin to happen on One Plum..when garlic family regroups here and there in the garden and delivers Rice Paddy back to the Texans that farm it...(the Texans?? I farm it..it goes for me and is waiting for me to dice and store the crop of this summer.
Other than that...clueless I look at the dishes in the sink and think, I should do those, my hands would like the release of soapy water, they've been in my nose, my itchy places...they haven't washed my face yet this morning..will I get to swim again while I'm here, that was so fun...a gorgeous perfect pool that needs a little of my favorite thing to do : grout...I should be a grouter..I love to do it...pick out perfect blue and white, Blue Willow patern reminescent patterns, gorgeous Romanian swirls everywhere, until it's too much and no furniture could be allowed...off to that abstract tangent painting quantifies..
I'm sure my son's ok, I'm sure of it
whenever I
...haiku written in Winchester Virginia in 1980 summer kha
strangely I've come about in the terms of ethos as far as I can let myself go...there's no promise in this tomorrow other than to remain resolved to do the best I can in whatever weather there is..
this time of year the weather is pretty much in charge of the ballgame..like the Cubs winning the pennant..it takes over the situation..a grim one, one of plowing in and regrouping to prepare for next spring when things grow again, when the plums begin to happen on One Plum..when garlic family regroups here and there in the garden and delivers Rice Paddy back to the Texans that farm it...(the Texans?? I farm it..it goes for me and is waiting for me to dice and store the crop of this summer.
Other than that...clueless I look at the dishes in the sink and think, I should do those, my hands would like the release of soapy water, they've been in my nose, my itchy places...they haven't washed my face yet this morning..will I get to swim again while I'm here, that was so fun...a gorgeous perfect pool that needs a little of my favorite thing to do : grout...I should be a grouter..I love to do it...pick out perfect blue and white, Blue Willow patern reminescent patterns, gorgeous Romanian swirls everywhere, until it's too much and no furniture could be allowed...off to that abstract tangent painting quantifies..
I'm sure my son's ok, I'm sure of it
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