the seniors had their final classes ... just some tests to take
in the coming week ... i was feeling kind of wiped out ... just
because ... but i slept in this morning & walked the old path
by myself ... nobody else around ... no skunks in sight ... just
a very pretty morning ... & i figured i'd take a look at the irises
out front ... the ones i usually ignore ...
then i dug
out old a couple of defunct rose bushes ... broke the shovel along
the way ... soon i'll get the nasturtium seeds in ... and then
we should be ready to roll
a funny kind of yellowness, when you come to think of it, but
it's yellowness, all right." ... says holden caulfield ...
discovered yesterday that many
sophomores do not know what it means to be "yellow"
... blank looks all around ... how does an expression die? why
is it so crystal clear - so perfectly known - in popular use one
moment ... and then in the next ... we're blankoids all desperate
for a footnote ... they must have stopped watching bugs bunny
cartoons ... "what are ya? yella, bub?"
and hopeful developments over at our dearly beloved LibraryThing
watch: got notice today that my re-certification has been recommended
for approval by the lake county roe & has been passed on the the
state teacher certification board ... which will probably take
another month or so ...
to hear of the death of Stanley
... first poet i saw in d.c. in my (and his - same
but different) seventies ... at 100 they all say ... of life ...Day of Foreboding
Great events are about to happen.
I have seen migratory birds
descend on the coastal
picking the margins clean.
bones are a family in their tent
a small fire
waiting for the uncertain signal
to resume the long march.