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 .