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  • summer temps at mid may
    scooting through town on the way
    to the errands of mundane existence

    got my bluetooth in my ear
    in case I need to hear
    some changes to the substance

    of the paths, no reason or rhyme
    to the ramblings, wasting time
    in the soulless meandering

    collecting things, things
    that wear away and things
    I'll have to use again. Wandering

    along with nothing seen
    but concrete trimmed with green
    and houses in a tidy row

    birds swooping limb to limb
    school bus and little children, prim
    and proper coming home, but now

    I've reached my destination,
    put my Kia in garage
    and wander in the house
    where Olivia is standing
    waving hello, here I am.

    Watering the garden
    in anticipation
    of fresh vegetation in July or August

    watering the roses
    while Olivia reposes
    underneath the purple Ash.

    Preparing salad for dinner
    hardboiled eggs and radishes
    and celery, tomatoes, spring onions
    red cabbage, iceberg lettuce, a bit of turnip

    and more to do
    and more to do
    and more to do.


    Need a little something to bring you up? How about some Jimmy Cliff to make your soul sing. Airee, Mon.
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