real things

 things reflected

refracted

the eye fooled

 it happens frequently

glennis wrote about a machine that sews 

like boro

i see outside

through puzzle of glass and screening

and still try to sort 

inside from out

out from in

and i take a photo 

of more boro

but that's not 

what it really is

instead it's a fashion shoot

on newsprint

faded and sunprinted

but false as the machine

that pretends to be arthritic old fingers

piecing together a life 

from scraps

what do we do about this thing

profit, commerce

that tries to make a buck

from thrift and modesty

and even poverty?

things i want to do

violet and red

little river to the north

 little river underneath

 a little bundle

silk 

 unwound

 a little bundle

cotton
~~~

these were my saturday doings.

nothing big.

a glorious day

dot

a dotted dot found me

i didn't touch it

or try to do much

to it

but there it was

on my window frame

a dotted dot

if you are brave enough

to touch

you will 

have a surprise.

i know better.

weather thoughts

this oak basket,

come from red bird kentucky,

shows a grin in the window.

the sun melted the tiny snow away

here on the south face.

and the neighbors were 

snoozing until we walked past

waking their bovine vastness

light on black

a sunbathing duo

 on the ridge

i looked southwest

into the mountains

as snow clouds raced behind me

and the fugitive mountain

clouds play chase with the treeline

as night comes on

~~~

at work, a kid in crisis

and me, 

my constitution seems to be

fighting the flu

again.

home early, and a nap.

dealing

the frustrations of paperwork or red tape

which should now i assume be called 

computerwork or cybertape

are hard to fight. when i do 

email mysterious people with complaints,

i get vicious responses

or none at all.

thankfully i went for a walk

and saw my two funny

friends

maybe the fog is not just in the air

maybe

it's just that the winter is 

so 

long

coming

there was snow today

a little 

fighting into december.

but the warm wind

coughed it away.

this weirdness of money

all of it

frustrates me.

and then i see these beautiful

high bush cranberries

in the murk of late afternoon

and know that these few things

are indeed worth something

no money

but

cranberries.

chauvet cave

these images, where the wall and the space

and the paintings and the seeing

meld into something huge

this i understand

and fear

and dream

what hands, whose?

monday monday

 wouldn't know by the weather

but the small brown box in my mailbox

 was a little promise

for my birthday

and christmas

 pat and butch sent this

yum.

cinnamon candy

strong sweets for weary tongues 

 and a delightful found object 

from a flea market

eight dishes in the porcelain

what for?

 and frustration

 ughhh

with the weaving

broken ends

before the ends were tied up

i became all entangled

tangled

unenuntangled

unfurled

bummed out at my fumbled fingers

frustrated.

this sometimes happens

and only the love of a friend

saves me from fuming.

(uselessly, i might add.)

and then a special package came to 

shock me out of my fuming.

smiles!

(i will share that story later-)

another passing

a canine friend, one of my friend's dogs, has passed. 

she was 13, a doberman, who survived many changes in her life. 

the final, after going to live with him, was the arrival of first one puppy 

and then three years later another. 

(these photos taken two weeks ago)

lena 
 a big, rough, strong girl,

accepted big changes in her life

welcomed and learned to play like a pup with them. 

wendy she had a different, rough start with, 

but they eventually became allies and could ride in the car seat together. 

and walk in the woods together.

good bye dear friend

wendy and i will miss you.

where i live

i couldn't NOT share this:

val white, children's book maven at the canton library

posted this on facebook:

While hunting yesterday, a friend saw two porcupines mating. 

He said they were nowhere near as careful as one might think.

~~~

somethings just gotta be imagined!

december

i woke to a morning 

of a tiny snow fall

cold northern fingers 

reached down to surprise us

dazed as we were from 

perpetual autumn.

 branches reach 

into the sky

or not?

a little bit colder now.
~~~
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