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and
a few
thoughts
on the
matter
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Light-hearted dreams lead to an
easy awakening.
"What are you doing up so early
on a Sunday?"
An hour of pointy-eared hero cartoons
and a good breakfast
is sure to warm overnight stiffness
in little sockless toes.
Oak Park looks like the perfect
oasis to raise tousle-haired kids.
Everybody knows everybody. Time to
go to work.
And people have the general curiousity
regarding the move.
Eighteen odd paintings of washing
faces and teeth cleaning.
28.8 keebs: You have the best sense
of timing, my dearest heart.
A formerly novel space has turned
from awesome to possum.
Your stuff of wonder, of pictures
and stories are bogged down.
"How may we serve you", tech serv
drones say, twentyfour-seven.
I have something even better for
the entry-level user. |
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Home is where crispy parts and roast
pork make the best lunch.
Never expecting anything leads to
some wonderful surprises.
My sometime-never favorite team
is getting stomped by desert dwellers.
Time enough for a nap. Three
hours later the sun has turned golden.
And shines into my sleep-washed eyes.
Coin toss: A Thousand Nights or
a spoof of our alien-chasing heroes?
Forget about it, later into the
evening and I've things on my mind
An hour ahead and our last communication
was a bit muddled
The first of May comes in with the quiet of rain
A tiny green lizard by the name
of Romeo, a pink pig who likes truffles
Come on in out of the cold: it's
been a while since I've warmed you
Come on in and stay home, there
are books and tea and a garden.
Here in my heart. |
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