A Toy Saw Lies In The Gravel
A toy saw lies in the gravel
Its handle is orange
Every cinder block in the wall is scored with colored chalk
One of those kids must be tall
I never see or hear them
Maybe it’s a weekend thing
But that doesn’t make sense
I never hear or see them
Visitation is during the Mon-to-Fri I guess
Unless one of those adults
Who clank and bump around all night below me
Is the one with the chalk and toys.
I am an old person. But we all think young don’t we?
I think of Sedona, quarantined from a world – a dream world? – she feels she lived in. A lost love, a lost child.
She doesn’t have to stand back. She can’t get there from here.
Confined With All Of You
I am confined to the home in the national/global quarantine, with all of you.
My N99 organic cotton mask is still out in the sun, sanitizing after its foray to the grocery store pick up yesterday evening.
No one else was wearing a mask nor gloves. Thanks guys.
“It’s your funeral” – and 3x – 3x – 3x = the peeps to whom you might be passing This Thing.
Some people are just stubborn and play follow the leader too well.
There is a lot to learn. The avalanche of conflicting information makes a lot of homework.
That’s fine if you’re confined looking for something to do.
Well at least I have the weekend.
I guess this will be the shortest post on this blog.
But, it is my day off.
We’re all dancing around something, right? In the mystery, in the evolution, and the mystery of our lives.