Waiting Room
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Always Now
should Tomorrow waylay Thee
with Whispers from my Heart
‘Tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic Orb
from Night’s other Side
ne’er to be lost
‘Yor
Capra Diner
‘Tis Yesterday’s Future
less Human Energies and AI Sensors
as Implement Operators
what Succor to my Eyes
smiling across a wild Ground
Two Centuries of Goats
devouring to Satisfaction
no Lawn Mowers
no Weed Wackers
no Hula Hoes
no Rakes
no Collection Bags
just a Trade Off
natural Food
for Modern Landscaping
‘Yor
Happy Mothers’ Day
Mothers
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
‘Yor
Smage a la Vista Rey
very early ere Aurora
shivers South Sea
Her white silent Breath
eastward Veil from Oceana’s Footprints
to Pendleton’s Crown
last-call Tail Lights and Company
in Obscurity
widespread so much more
than Valley of Spring
freshest Acquaintance
‘Yor (02/23/2025)
Carlsbad State Park Beach
Waves panting
Whispers of Foam shoreward
from South Sea’s farthest Neighbor
Clouds playing Tag
from Checkers to Backgammon Boards
Pelican Formations gliding
nigh Ocean’s Chest
Eyes and Ears under Beach Umbrellas
their Reflections ensnar’d
by this invisible Message in a Bottle
‘Yor (04/19/2025)
New
New
Greetings, everyone.
After some months of trying to sell our “old” home for an almost even trade off for a “fresher” one, my wife and I have finally DocuSigned the last of an encyclopedia of paperwork and are ready for the big move. We’re looking forward to the next normalcy at our new digs, although we will miss this neighborhood which has been benevolent to us for many years. The next coming weeks should be a gradual resumption of my experience in the bloggers’ world.
Anyway, you fine folks all have a Safe and Joyous Holiday and a Wonderful 2025.
Art
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