Monday, November 9, 2026

Chills



In the midst of growing
there's a little sound
sits him down says 'steady'
also adds a "now".

In a world of random
there are brief affairs
in the garden of
spring flowers

there's particular.

Autumn is the message
puts man in his chair
winter is the mailbox
flies him off somewhere.


Kickback chairs forever
always looking up
steady is the countdown
zero is "Times Up!"

Audience a number
under par a need
rockets go up every day
or splash into the sea.

Everyone's a number
except for those left out
special case Alzheimer's
wandering about.

Standing in the driveway
six a.m. no clothes
there's a pretty picture
auto spell can't hose.

Rehearsing a new Monet
bee kissed in a garden
acting days in many plays
catch a chill no pardons.

Try to use a driver
stay put in the chair
focus on the ceiling,
new words

write one out of there.


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