Reposition the invitations ... the snap shots are adding up.
As are the shovels of mulch and apologies for advantage.
As are the hat racks and narrow faces, lollipop verse and soap from Sears.
Inconsistent impulses with little reviews, distinguished features for fragmented marchers.
We are kind.
Mankind. Womankind. Childrenkind.
Interwoven interactions.
Eccentric effecters.
Autonomous benefactors for the disabled.
We are left banks, right banks, bridges, toll takers and streams.
The snow is gone. The snow is gone.
Again we’re green, and the days grow long.
Look to the pastures. Look for the herding.
Count their backs and see the wording.
There are no shepherds.
There are no sheep.
Only men, women and children.
And the company they keep.
Do I have a story
Must there be a plot
Or do I live
Just to die
And argue more than not
❈
Is it true ... to come from you
Advice full of merit
Or do I see
Behind your back
Others you should credit
❈
Critics exhale.
Philosophers inhale.
And poets breathe.
The air we share is everyone's truth. And worth wanting.
But this we cannot own.
Life passes through us. It is not stored in our persons. We bank only memories.
Possessions hoarded by greed are not possessions at all.
If I could own nothing but what I make, moments for me and drawings for you, I would have nothing more than reasons to enjoy my every day.
I may remain preserved
With a back slightly curved
Bending over paper
Recalling what's reserved
✤
Morning again, six thirty a.m. Went with a friend to pick up another friend from a bit of confinement. They dropped me off at the studio, seven fifteen a.m. My car still isn't running. Unplanned day. Finishes like so: fell back to sleep on office couch, finally got going and booked some gigs for my brother’s band in Baltimore, New York, Michigan, and Canada, went for a swim, bank, post office, watched the Phillies, ate two meals, read a short book, talked to an accountant and a lawyer, cleaned twelve dead fish from a new tank with a leak, turned down invitation to go to the Baseball Hall of Fame, talked to another friend in Arkansas...heading towards San Diego, ate an Italian water ice, made plans for tennis on Thursday and stretcher making on Friday, then went to sleep on a foldout cushion at yet another friend's apartment. My car still isn't running.
Generosity is the distance between giving
and proclaiming you gave.
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