day 2212

 

day 2212

toilet bowl water,

clear, then made art by a drop

of blood from my nose

 

day 2211

 

day 2211

exiting, she smiled,

said, “I like how you did that,”

as I held the door

 

day 2210

day 2210

the sound of gravel,

of grass, of dirt, beneath my feet;

a blue-jay flies by

day 2208

 

day 2208

the flock of pigeons

flew over the street, turning,

swooping, pin-wheeling

 

day 2207

 

day 2207

though I’m at my desk,

my legs are bouncing as if

I had drum pedals

 

 

day 2206

 

day 2206

I was reminded

of what the past had been like,

the need to return

 

day 2205

 

day 2205

unsentimental –

how I come across sometimes –

but I have a heart!

 

day 2204

 

day 2204

beneath the floodlights,

geese, silently loitering,

on the soccer field

 

day 2203

day 2203

I stood in the crowd,

showing my support for rail

and Bucky’s future

And the inspiration

day 2202

 

day 2202

today’s learned lesson:

sometimes the best thing to do,

is to shut your mouth