Blackford49

Contrasts She likes her coffee hotter than hot, and drinks it fast from … an oversized mug. While I sip from the smallest cup in the cupboard, not really understanding the way of these contrasts. And yet for days after our partings my finger tips try to convince me they can still feel the softness of her skin, of her. r

Go Figure Love, I've never once asked for it, showing up at my door uninvited, but with great fan fair has been your norm. Why? what right? Years of this life-my life consumed with your coming. Who asked you? The lights do come on, it's not like you can sneak in, your loud always loud. Always over doing it. so loud one can't hear reason or anything close to balance, and then the years are gone forever. It's not that the years are at all bad, that seems to be your way. Joy, you know well, a true master, but the ending seems to be beyond your mastery. A Seven Forty Seven falling uncontrolled might come some- where close to when

Here – and not A dozen or so family dogs Cats, favorite hamsters. Grandparents, uncles,   Aunts and then ever So precious parents. Here – and not.   Crazy Joe Cocker Two years now. No more poems Or books from Jim Harrison.   Bukowski for All his bravado,   Silent. And yet another Spring, pushing its way Forward, forcing life in   Every direction upon us. Never asking for out consent, Are we ready or willing to accept? r