Throw Your Mopey Poem In The Ditch

Merry Christmas y’all.

Stephen Hawking Dancing In Alemania

Even Stevie bats an eyelash
metronomic tocking of flinches
robotic wishes for fishes
– Speak & Spell one
zero one, zero one, zero one
asymptotic, logarithmic –
Stevie comprendes parabolic moves
and intiende modes of transport
towards heavenly star whorls and bang pops
Fourths of July in London Decembers
banging in the snowbound streets
the pop, the wiser, the smarter
sanity mood und mestizo mode, dice:
¡viva la esperanza!

Remember December

When we go dark, it’s either because we have nothing to say, or because we’re too tuckered out yakking our fool yaps off in another arena. The latter is the case for me right now.

A photo (mine) and a poem (Wallace Stevens) will have to suffice.

G’night all.

Japanese Maple at Thanksgiving

Japanese maple at ‘the farm’, Port Orchard WA

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Earthy Anecdote by Wallace Stevens

Every time the bucks went clattering
Over Oklahoma
A firecat bristled in the way.

Wherever they went,
They went clattering,
Until they swerved
In a swift, circular line
To the right,
Because of the firecat.

Or until they swerved
In a swift, circular line
To the left,
Because of the firecat.

The bucks clattered.
The firecat went leaping,
To the right, to the left,
Bristled in the way.

Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes
And slept.