Dust Gathers Any Time Any Year

  You have miles to go while I have few and yet soon to sleep .  On the round house of blue ceilings there are many rooms . I will live to the last of my words that will echoe quietly on dark waltzs  whose notes linger  falling deep .                                                                                                                            At every end there comes a rumbling thunderous quake . No nothing is wrong . Listen  to mothers whispers .  All will be well . White softness will carress on any a morning you awake .                Solstace and frozen days arrive uninvited . There is earth and yet there is water . But where is a home ?                                                                                                                                                               Watching ones boundries fill to their coffers and yet next door there are bars creating boundries . Who  cares  . We  are  you and  I  am me   .    You and me are free as the round houses forrests beneath painted blue ceilings filled to the outter limits of dreams  .                                                                   Choose to carry on the load one way or anouther . Problems arrive anew like no other . Drink our mothers waters so sweet .  Choose to tough the load long  down the paven street .

Thank You Both

   I am thinking of my father deceased 10 years . I am thinking of my mother deceased 5 months . Today we ate turkey , the gift of my mother a few months back . Both of  my parents younger years were not  my times .Their younger years were the Great Depression Years . The whole country of The United States of America in a state of depression of significant scale  . Theirs were years of rations . Rations of foods . Rations of  gas and oils .Theirs were the years of families loosing their homes . Their younger years were the years of the great dust storms . Their formative years governed how they raised their children , me and my siblings .                                                                                           My parents younger years became their tools to educate their children . Hours spun onto years as my parents memory stories  schooled us children . Most of the stories  had pleasant  antidotal  endings . Others of their stories ended sadly with melancholcal endings . Indeed the basest of tools teach a good lesson when the tools are used well .                                                                                                   Today my stomach is full . I feel the love that my parents had for one and other and their children  as a blessing unmeasurable . I am truly thankful to have had such wonderful parents and take their lessons of life and love to the bank of daily life every day to my very  last . 

Bouquet

As of fine wine your cut flaxen glistening bright with  not a single one out of place I long to drink in . With frame so square and angular  I enfold and cave  into day dreaming  desire  . Your entire enclosure   butressed  by strong bone and angle  is  pillow wing  down  fill to my   head longing to rest  . Your image my eyes take in  assuaging my brains need of  pleasure release to receive a comfort akin to happiness yet all the  while with in soul I am tormented .

Tonight

   There are no amount of words enough to describe the sky above Broome County this evening  11-04_17 .  Jet streams to the left  and  jet streams to the right . All are arriving  . All are taking flight  .  The geese  they are  flying and  in classic  formations  that are  from Swan Lake . In zig-zag pattern   left , right , left  ,right . The classic  lifting of leg folded backwards with pointed   webfoot and heel extended  to see the bottom side of webbed  foot   .  Quack-.,/ quack ,  quack  , quack . Followed by a tremulous quivers  echoed on wet fountain splash droplets of constant flow of water  flowing  off rolling hills and valleys .  Water water everywhere in the air , on the floor , in a mop , water  . Water  twisted out of mop  heads . Water Gushing in and out of dishwashers on wooden painted  floors  .  Wood Support  beneath  sleeping dogs in marsh mellow beds .  Sleeping dogs snoring loudly and comfortingly . Chocolate brown with  white  accents  sprinkled and colored  cinnamon , nutmeg , salt and pepper . Puppies , dogs ,  family ...Tonight like no other and like so many .  I am blessed . The dream . The dream . The dream ........   

Closing

   The evening had been well under way 3 hours and 3 hours remained till midnight . With out a customer left with in the grocery  store . We were all waiting for the next 10 minutes to pass till 9 pm . For at 9 pm the grocery store closes for business . At closing time  all doors of entry and exit would be  locked tight and  the stores lights will be turned off .                                                                              Waiting , waiting and more waiting  . The sudden abrupt opening  of the entry door startled all of us and broke the constant hum of the store's refrigerator units .                                                                     Sauntering in with unchallenged swagger was Blondie . The tight fitting lime colored t-Shirt was speckled from rain drops . Close cropped blond hair was dripping water  . Wearing shorts  and sneakers indicated the outside humid tropical air and temperature . Tonight there was a soft misting rain ,  there was a cold front on the way .                                                                                          Directly walking past me and moving onto the single remaining Cashier . Cashier had been hoping hope against hope  to help out a last minute shopper needing a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread or even a 6 pack of cold brew .                                                                                                                                Hay ! Exclaimed Cashier to Blondie . I have your pumpkin seeds outside in my car .  I can have Stockman  bring them in for you  .                                                                                                                    Obediently following Cashier"s words , Stockman passed us towards exit door nodding to Blondie as passing by .                                                                                                                                       Cashier resumed conversation with Blondie . " I cleaned , salted and toasted the seeds . One batch of seeds has more salt than the other . "                                                                                                    The entry door again opened and Stockman appeared carrying 2 bags of white pumpkin seeds . Handing both to Blondie saying " Here ya go  "                                                                                                   " Thanks " replied Blondie .                                                                                                                       Cashier addressed  Blondie  again .  " You can crisp up the seeds again by placing them back into the oven at 350. Remember the seeds have been salted . You can rinse the salt off before  toasting . if you want  .                                                                                                                                                        "The seeds are not for me . They are for my bird"                                                                                      My fancy became instantly tickled  . I exclaimed to Blondie  " Geronimo your parrot ? "                      Blondie looked at me replying " Yes  and she is  such a mean bitch  . Geronimo is frightened of everything , even my canneries . The canneries chase her all over the house and all Geronimo does is fly away and squawking all the while looking back wards at the canneries flying towards her . Geronimo bites me all the time for no apparent  reason " .                                                                                       The clock struck 9 pm . The 4 of us struck  into action  . Stockman walked to the electrical room to turn off store lights . Cashier signed off her register  . Blondie walked to the exit door . I walked to the entrance door  to lock it saying a goodnight to Blondie . Stockman  and Cashier directly left the store . I was left alone .                                                                                                                                  The grocery store was mostly dark now being lite  by a few lights in the  outer isles  . The refrigerator units humming motors was even louder now than before . I was left to count Cashier's  money and close down the office .                                                                                                                           My exit from the store was soon afterwards . As I  walked along Front street the misting rains began to increase . Crossing the street I noticed a car approaching from behind and slowing as it neared me . As the car slowly passed me  the drivers window rolled down . Blondie's head popped out and asked  " Do you want a ride  ?  I mean it is raining and all "                                                                         " Why yes I do want a ride ,  Thanks  Blondie "

Precipice

The river flowing slow and glass like reflects autumnal leaves a top of which resting to the opposite river bank a clear blue cold sky . Road side traffic too is flowing in its own ant like fashion to never ending missions and endless texts .                                                                                                              Desire burns in my heart powered by passions governed  by the new and unknown . Fair youth with golden hair stairs at me unhindered with clear blue warm eyes . My mind shouts Hay shoto dancer  not quite ...... I question, at your age  how con you be so naive ? With your  physical build  and attributes  of handsomeness ! You have never sailed to the other shore ? Do you want to sail to the same shore ? You are dancing with me and around me .                                                                             It has become a gamble  I dare not take . But day dream I do partake . At night time too while sleeping and dreaming does come too , you shoto  dance around me . I must insist I can not  take it and am driven half mad .                                                                                                                               Definite is the destruction lurking to my right with  terminal conclusions to the left waiting to engulf me and the house of cards with in which I live .  It is doom if I taste unbridled fruit . Doom if I succumb to ripeness acting out  . Doom  if even I dare .                                                                             A straight and narrowest of path lays ahead for me  , and walk ahead I must like the river flowing  forward reflecting flawless the  autumnal colors of my life against a clear blue cold sky . Road side traffic will continue in its ant like fashion to never ending missions and endless texts .

The Age of Consent

     My little puppy  when you were first new it was acceptance and guidance you sought .                         So  fast a  learner you were  it was only a few months and so many are the tricks you were taught .       By that first Christmas we were already comfortable with each other .                                                   At that first Christmas breakfast your eagerness was so bright eyed and bushy tailed that I knew  we could not be with out one another .                                                                                                          My little puppy so tender and loving are you .                                                                                         From sunrise to sunset such exuberant feelings are all anew .                                                                   Your playful nature I hope you always keep and continue to excel .                                                         Never ending are the sweet kisses all the while a moistened breath you expel .                                       Although at times you err on the side of deviltry and can be so an exquisite  gremlin  .                         All will always be forgiven for we are all made of the same flotsam and jetsam  .                                   My arms exist to hold you and to stroke your head  and kiss  to .                                                             It is  the fondest love I  have for you .                                                                                                 When ever we are apart your memory fills me with  teasing and taunting reverie .                               I look forward  to when next you will come play with me .                                                  I dream your playful puck like ways will last forever and you will always stay with me .                      But as nature does its natural progression all things eventually go away .                                                As you grow older you will have to go your own  way .                                                                          For now I proclaim my little pup  please stay !                                                                                          In my autumn  I will enjoy our few precious seasons .                                                                              Though today  I pray nay I long for the age of consent , my mind tells me that my heart has no reason .

                                       

The Hours

      In Blazing white hot sunlight of day no shadow of doubt remained . The hours of doubt were melting away in quick sand dwindling to short breaths and lucid thoughts of the end . So this was how it was going to be ! Here today gone tomorrow . So be it .                                                                      No place left to hide  or run both feet planted firmly onto the earth . All ready white feather began to rustle  filling

up with lofty air . Angle wings became ready for flight to lift off to gossamer  heights .                                                                                                                                                               Caregivers tasks were culminating in pain relief medications  and bodily comfort . Bitter sweet are these final good byes  . It has become a time of hospice now .                                                                   So soon a quite will envelope all  in deafening  silence unbearable . It will become time for all to go home .                                                   

The Letter

                                                                                                                          October 7, 2017                                                                                                                                                                                    Dear You ,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Hello !                                                                                                                                                         It has been many the days sense  last I  saw you . Your absence fills me with quite dismay . I take comfort  in my thoughts while you predominate them . At times I wonder what you are doing  and try  to picture in my mind your action or location . At other times I experience great amusement in remembering your youthful antics . When I am in my garden turning earth  for spring or fall  I feel muscular all over my body and fondly think of your musculature physique and your constant quest for the perfect body  . Most of the time these reveries end in my chiding myself for I know how pure and innocent  you are . Non the less I drown in dreams filled with your  perfect beauty playing sweetly and softly in my mind .                                                                                                                  When ever you speak to me I can not help myself from admiring your animation while the totality of my enjoyment begins as my eyes rest upon your pink lips surrounded by your perfectly white teeth . Though it be rare when we speak of private matters  I experience such calm pleasure from our intimate exchange and hold such in high esteem regulated to the best of memory .                                    Many many are the times of my great amusement  from listening to your youthful clear voice telling me funny jokes . Many are the times  of  the arrival of your physical humor antics like a comedy drama or comedy capers and I willingly unabashedly laughed  with you and at you .                    When ever I think of our next encounter  my mind and my lips smile  . An excitement builds in my mind and inside my body  like a musical a bolero starting  out quietly in English and ending unabashedly in sultry Spanish exorbitantly with horns blowing hot wind across orange black coals drowning out in cool spring water by the arrival of your young being  .                                                                                              I find myself now in real wonder when next we will meet again .Your absence has created a void and emptiness inside of me . I miss You terribly my Little Buddy !                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Fondly and forever yours                                                                                                                                              Tokey  Kinder  

Little Boy

Little boy little boy come to me . My little boy wants to play with you . Many are the lessons we will learn together . For into my heart your entry has already been acknowledged and my arms want to hold you close and balance you upon  my bouncing knee . Little boy little boy lean your head a little closer to mine . For I have a secret  to tell only to you and you must keep it secret  . Little boy little boy who knows what lays ahead . For your days be many while mine few  . Hold your head high as you continue on your little boy ways . Know that you were much admired and greatly loved . Little boy little boy my sweet little boy !

Acceptance

In the randomness of being ,   afternoons skyrockets of delight dribble ,  finding safe harbor to anchor thus I   was  born . I do not proclaim to be the best nor brightest . But none the less here I am the result  . Scheherazade  has sung , thy kingdom come life will be done in its own fashion  and so will I .  On any given day of a week , hand me a mop to clean up life's over spillage . Dirt on muddy water flow out of my mop filling buckets of life's unfulfilled dreams  anchored by hope .