Dear Monday,
So we meet again…
Love,
Kevin
(6 June 2016)
Life
Mirror selfie (a poem)
Why do they always look at their phones instead of at the mirror?
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Morning starts early these days, doesn’t it?
Love,
Kevin
(5 June 2016)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Sorry I missed you. I did remember to buy half-and-half…
Love,
Kevin
(5 June 2016)
On a Saturday morning in 2016 (a poem)
A warm, sunny day in Seattle today. So, naturally (?), I turn to introspection…
Somewhere along the line (or A poem in which I exhaust the metaphor of life as a train trip)
Up late after hearing about the death of Muhammad Ali and watching old clips on YouTube.
The smoking area in front of the Greenwood Fred Meyer, Friday morning, at 11:15 a.m. (a poem)
I stopped at Fred Meyer this morning on my way home from my annual physical. When I saw a bunch of people in black shirts out front, between the sidewalk and the parking garage, I figured it must be the smoking area. I was right.
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Coffee is a good thing.
Love,
Kevin
(3 June 2016)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I hate it when dreams tease me, then go away…
Love,
Kevin
(2 June 2016)
Lost with the dream (a poem)
A cross of sorts between last night’s dreams and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind… (Note to self: think of better title for this one.)
