Stasis

No, I will not give you evidence of work this month
No evidence of climbing in the trees
Sitting ruined on the porch
Watching geese do that goose dance
Up the street five a.m.

Waiting for my pitching arm to heal
They’ll think I’ll wait the rest of my life
Sun coming up will take a long time to go down
And the rooster’s late again

No work this month, no rest
The rent’s late again too
The landlord’s late too
So we’ll wait for another sunrise

time is flowing around us

Johnny,

The trick is to keep from drowning...thanks for visiting my little boat.

Peter

Take care of that pitching arm, Peter. Good glimpse into the real world. If the Icelandic volcanoes don't kill us all, we'll probably live to write another day.

Les

Thanks, Les,

I didn't make up the geese or the landlord
and in a way I was responding to my friends in another forum
who are busy waxing sentimental about the joys of country life...
having lived both in the cit and 'on the farm'
I remember the pleasures of both
and haven't forgotten the nastiness
of geese or the sad soot of them alley ways.

Thanks for visiting...

avanti e amo,

Peter

p.s., My curve ball never was the same, even bofore...