The drying rack met
it’s timely demise
it’s joints and legs
were rusted
there was no more
“hanging” around

17 years is a long time
to weather the sun, sea and air
and endure the hanging of pants
socks and underwear

But laundry waits for no man
and there is a new drying rack
a new snappy shiny affair.

Back to business as usual.
No rust.
Neighbor’s dog still barking.

Hanging out the laundry
feeling the sea breeze

If I am standing
here
and you are talking to
me
and I am ignoring
you
then what you are
saying is
unbeknownst
to me

Am in Need of some
LIGHTENING
Grandiose and Awe
I am thinking
that I am missing
that
being summer
and all

and

I want THUNDER to
roll across the sea
with a RUMBLE and
CRASH
Not a lot
just a little
that’s all
And then just a
couple of little flashes of light
and maybe just one more
Kaboom
and then I be happy, satisfied,

that it has been a real summer,
thunderstorms and all

wishes fulfilled

Just so you know
it is four pm
and the heat is
supposedly melting my chocolate bar
Supposedly because I don’t have a
chocolate bar
AND I am not eating it
BUT if I did have a chocolate bar
AND I was wandering through the
Bamidbar
it would be melting

the world
has slowed
d-o-w-n to
an indescribable
halt
what was is
history
and now
is not
the spinning
and chasing of
tales
is like melting butter
on a Royal Wedgewood
plate
slipping from the world’s
fingers
like a runaway
top

the serendipity of falling
and hoping
but knowing
that the person
was too far away
and things were
happening too fast

tall corn grazing
waiting for the chickens
cows wandering by

tall corn grazing
the sky

It is the thought of calming
cohesive colors
that bring me to sit
gazing at the sea
at the end of the day

I had a jelly fish thought
but it wouldn’t
cooperate in a poem
so I left it
alone.

sometimes it feels
like walking on air
sometimes
there is too much gravity
there
And then there is
falling
“Falling
but then the abyss is
so endless
that I am not falling
at all”