Continued.
Life
Five and a half hours (a poem)
Thanks to a weekend of heavy rains, I found myself unable to get home the other night, as the freeway was blocked by a mudslide, and all the alternate routes were either closed due to flooding or essentially unpassable due to traffic accidents.
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
So much rain! This is what it must be to live inside a car wash.
Love,
Kevin
(15 November 2021)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Moody as ever, I see.
Love,
Kevin
(14 November 2021)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
They sure make you sit through a lot of previews before the main feature.
Love,
Kevin
(13 November 2021)
Respite (a poem)
My take on a prompt: “You’ve lived a long and difficult life surviving in the desert. One day you fall into a deep sleep. When you awake, you find yourself in a lush forest.”
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
We now return to our regularly scheduled weather?
Love,
Kevin
(11 November 2021)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
You’re going to be calmer than your predecessors, right?
Love,
Kevin
(8 November 2021)
There’s a moment—like this one (a poem)
Now that we have our hour back…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
It’s so good to have that hour back.
Love,
Kevin
(7 November 2021)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 