Dear Friday,
News this morning of a bizarre gardening accident—can’t make this stuff up.
Love,
Kevin
(8 May 2020)
Life
We don’t have cloudbursts where I live (a poem)
I was listening to ‘Cloudburst on Shingle Street’ by Thomas Dolby, which got me to thinking about rain…
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Fermata (a poem)
Impressions from another long day…
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Fade (a poem)
After a long day…
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Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
How did you go by so fast?
Love,
Kevin
(4 May 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
What isn’t makeshift these days?
Love,
Kevin
(3 May 2020)
At least now the killer bees will have someone to play with (a poem)
Brought on by articles in the New York Times and Washington Post…
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Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Ugh. Headache.
Love,
Kevin
(2 May 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
At least you’ve got the sun going for you.
Love,
Kevin
(1 May 2020)
Pruning (a poem)
We return you now to our regularly scheduled programming…
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