What a warm steamy day it is
today!
I’m sitting on my back porch. Already
wrote one poem, a villanelle about
spinach. Not wearing any underwear,
I’m sitting on my back porch. Already
wrote one poem, a villanelle about
spinach. Not wearing any underwear,
and I could take off my cut-off
jean shorts
and my unbuttoned jean shirt and sit out
here naked—no one probably would see
me. OK, took my shorts off—my long shirt
and my unbuttoned jean shirt and sit out
here naked—no one probably would see
me. OK, took my shorts off—my long shirt
still shields me a little from
view. Finches
flying to the bird feeders that my wife
wants me to refill today. Don’t see the
chipmunks yet—surely they’re not already
hibernating. Maybe people
think I’m flying to the bird feeders that my wife
wants me to refill today. Don’t see the
chipmunks yet—surely they’re not already
crazy, but I’m lucky lucky lucky!
