Saturday, February 23, 2019

voice & free association

Give everyone a voice, so everyone has a voice.
Give everyone a voice, so maybe it gets noisy.

Josie’s voice. Photo credit: J. Allen.

Hearing lyrics in the morning: seven a.m.
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
The radio is on: Good Time Oldies.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young sing a Joni Mitchell tune.
Stephen Stills rejected—he was not right for The Monkees, Peter Tork took his place, so I heard and such is fate.

From a second story window.

Earlier, about six a.m., “zen” and “shoveling” in one sentence, or at least one thought, something like that, but the more I think about it, the fuzzier it gets.
But in case of emergency keep in your car a flashlight, a blanket, food, water, flares, a first aid kit.
And nowadays shenanigans –
so pack the cookies, a good book, moonlight, something to laugh about.

Don’t forget the shovel.

Eight a.m., snowfall begins.
This one predicted to be a doozy – so what were the others?
Isn’t it a bit early?
I have lost, or misplaced, a snow shovel.
The oldest of the three; certainly not stolen.
Perhaps it is buried.

And now through a glass door Josie sees a squirrel advancing on the bird feeder.
I open the door, Josie races across the icy deck (it was shoveled just yesterday).
Through backyard branches of spruce and maple, the squirrel escapes.
Watching this, there is nothing quite so funny, yet, oddly enough, I do not LOL.
Full of mirth, all is quiet.


Have I mentioned arsenic candles? A real thing.
Happened a long time ago.
Maybe next time.

But now Saturday, nine a.m., really snowing, more snow, a dog barks –
Yesterday, Josie walked where a week ago sled dogs ran, trotted, left town, came back.
We met a three-legged dog wearing a blue coat.

Who really knows what time it is?


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