The golden chain-hung chandelier watches over the table. The same we sat across while you sipped your milk coffee. Still seeing you in that broken chair, though five years empty now. The birds call, and squirrels carry on just outside the sliding glass doors and the moss-covered porch. We set each other at ease, though barked too under the candle bulbs, we fought it all out through the frustrations of surviving and dying where you went first.
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Hung high in the sky May 14th a sliver of silver, my crescent lamp-- dropped her at the airport for an early flight, and tried to drive back under it and listen, but it followed ahead always there, nothing said, but the arc & the sky conversed a rosy lavender-- but simply to me, though welcome to all, meditations for me to prepare for the breakthrough of the more distinguished one - and luna said, it was coming presently
put on the pot to boil prefer distilled water --my preference walk the Murphy dog; she shakes with exuberance get a mile in, about 2000 steps, sun, blue, tulips 2 squirrels chasing each other, Murphy wants in 2 handfuls of food, a splash of water, she sits watching for the signal, wait for it, okay nose in her dish, the sound of slurp-crunch water now rolling, pour into a decanter with 2 bags of chamomile and one ginger never was a fan of chamomile; I always preferred coffee --changes for the better and chamomile is dope if one takes the time to savor it --I won't miss the Bucks of the stars
one rock is all I hold, one moment, home the eagle swoops to loot and grabs its food the seeker wakes, attentive to her flight its eyes ignore ahead and what's behind the eagle sees to hunt throughout one day tomorrow never comes --there is one day as birds float by, the past to distant lands like her, I clasp this crag with cogent hands © Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2007/2021