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Musings
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Rain.
Love,
Kevin
(10 August 2019)
Two miles south of Bow Hill Road (a poem)
A couple of impressions from a long week…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
It was all Retrograde, wasn’t it?
Love,
Kevin
(9 August 2019)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Okay, are we done with the weirdness for a while?
Love,
Kevin
(8 August 2019)
Three Fuji apples (a poem)
Another long day…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Look, I thought we talked about this…
Love,
Kevin
(5 August 2019)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
It sounds easy enough—but there’s always something…
Love,
Kevin
(4 August 2019)
After erasing the evidence so witnesses will not be quite sure what it was they actually saw (a poem)
Some will go out and cause mayhem. Some will hurt themselves. On the rare occasion I drink more than a beer or two, I drunk post to social media, delete the posts shortly afterwards, and then write a poem about it, tossing in a gratuitous Pet Shop Boys reference in the process…
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Nothing like a minor meltdown to clear the air, eh?
Love,
Kevin
(3 August 2019)
