Butterflies flutter by
at the beach
Close but not within reach
Not daring to go in
Not afraid
But mostly because
they can’t swim

When I dance
With my babies
It’s the funnest of stuff
When I dance
with my babies
I can’t get enough

I could dance
in the ocean
I could dance
in the sea
I could dance
anywhere
As long as my babies
dance with me

Sorry I have not written
I have been in a war
There was an August wedding
and wait there is more
we have another Chuppah
on Thanksgiving Day
Is it any wonder that a
letter has not come your way!

And, oh, post script
I almost forgot about the bris!

Atmospheric twinkling
There across the way
Atmospheric lights twinkling
At night
Not during the day
Sitting quietly watching
as the lights twinkle at night
but not during the day

Shhhhhh

Sleeeeeping on the plane
Got your finger in my eye
Meme you are not sleeping
I love u
I want to get a drink
Not sleeping
I wonder why
You are talking in my ear
My eyes are closed my dear
Sleepwalking and talking with my eyes
Closed is not what I am doing
Angry Rhinoceros dear
I love you oh so much
But you need to button up
Sleepwalking and talking
On the plane
Good thing you get older every
year
That is why I keep coming back
For the Angry Rhinoceros Charge and Attack

“Is this Poughkeepsie?”
” No this is Binyamina.”

My neurons are really bent
But it was fun
Money well spent
Good thing you get older every year

I love you grandson dear
And when I wake up
You will get your juice in a cup
Until then my eyes are closed
Am sleeping
Please shut up

I have a little ticklebox
It is deep inside
It helps me keep smiling
Makes me glad to be alive
And when I feel like a bag of
cracked marbles rolling inside
a cement mixer made for Italian mafia shoes
The tickle box is waiting deep inside of me
with my special vintage booze

and when I stop to think and unlock the box

and find that there is something fun inside
not just dirty  socks
I reach into my pocket and read my note

THAT SAYS

LIFE IS SO BRIGHT

I GOTTA WEAR SHADES

that would figure to be a good thing…..

Everybody needs socks
Some to lose
Some to hide
Some to share
They always come as a pair
Just like the feet that wear them
just like hands
just like eyes
just like legs
just like ears and
nose holes
(and we know we could not live without those holes)

Everybody needs socks
some to lose
some to hide
some to share
They always come as a pair

I find my solace
in the sea
mesmerized
by the slowly
dipping sun
pulling
me
as if I were one
with the sky and the sea
and the space in between.

solace…quantified

I prefer the blue water
as it stretches out to sea

But some people don’t

I guess it must be me

I prefer the warm sand and sun
as I walk along the shore

But some people don’t

I guess it must be me

I prefer the ever changing sunsets
as each day passes by

I don’t know why
I guess it must be me

The quiet mornings as the
waves roll in as I wander by

Don’t know why

The possibilities are endless
living by the sea

for me

I really like cornflakes
I like the way they crunch
I like they way float
When my bowl fills up with milk
I like them in the morning,
I like them after lunch
and as a little snack before bed
just to fill me up
I like them with berries, raisins, nuts and cranberries
Could you pass the box back over to me
I would like some more, please.
Because I like cornflakes

and I’m not so easy to please.

So I usually say” more Kellogg’s please.”