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| Not a chicken, but I love his style. |
Are these the chickens?
The little signs. The billboards. The shoe on the other foot? One shoe on the floor, the other about to ----
Withholding or absence?
Sandpaper on silk, tongue stuck on a popsicle.
A tango without steps. Without a lead. Fearless or otherwise.
Leaves falling in July. Green grass in December.
Is this the real life or is this just Fantasia?
Where did I put it? Where did you put it? It's always something. First one thing than another. There you go. And there you are. There's that.
The John Deere in the haystack. The needle in your eye.
Nothing is easy.
Quick! Make haste! Vite! Vite!
Remove all flat surfaces. Depressions and resting places. Fill them with knick knacks and bric-a-brac.
Not here. No no no no. Not here. This is not your soft landing.
Thank goodness for Melanerpes carolinus, who keeps us grounded.
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You are one of the few poets who deserves the name. Shoo, shoo, temptations!
ReplyDeleteDon't tell Lisa I'm thinking of purloining some of this.
ReplyDeletei am all corn fused...
ReplyDeleteSoft landings or uncontrolled skids?
ReplyDeleteYou always make me think.
It is always something! As to whether it is real life or not, I haven't a clue :)
ReplyDeleteYou all are so kind and indulgent of my weirdness. xo
ReplyDeleteIs this the beginning of madness? Or its slow and dangerous outcome? I am feeling very off-key at the moment. Change of season? Coming from the opposite hemisphere maybe makes me feel inside out, upside-down. I swear every time I go back to Oz I forget to check if the water goes down the sink the other way...
ReplyDeleteThis is Fantasia.
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