When it’s too hot to hum,
there’s nothing to do
but sit on a zinnia
and wish for a brew.
Every so often, dear reader, I have the urge to add “Burma Shave!”
Category Archives: Animals
Disconnections: August 25.18
When morning sparkles
nothing is finer
than breakfast al fresco
at the pondside diner.
Disconnections: August 14.18
Zinnias in tatters
petals all strewn
who done the deed?
what marauding poltroon?
When I glimpsed the bright sneak
I recanted my whine
my old friends have found me!
the garden’s more mine.
Please pardon the slight haze, dear reader. I had to nab this shot through the window.
Disconnections: August 10.18
When your plumbing’s contrary
your car’s in the shop
the travails of the world
are over the top
you’re always on hold
and a half-inch behind
words and your keys
keep slipping your mind
the robocalls pester
the outlook is dour,
call a time-out
and go watch a flower.
I do realize that not all life’s problems are so easily airbrushed, and not everyone has a flower to watch, and I wish it were otherwise. But the other day this happened to me. I was utterly out of patience and stormed out to the back, and there was this gorgeous, tranquil little being, totally absorbed in the zinnias. Imagine being hit so hard by calm.
Disconnections: August 7.18
If I,
adorned in silver filigree
and fine-cut lapis lazuli,
could cast
so delicate a shadow,
I too
would deign
to be admired.
Disconnections: August 3.18
It’s raining cats and canines
the sky just keeps on pouring
it’s oppressively predictable
tedious and boring.
But it’s Disneyland to this guy
with his stripey periscope
“Come on!” he gurgles at me —
I’d rather be dry and mope.
Disconnections: July 26.18
The eternal question
is writ on her face:
which is more fun,
to catch or to chase?
