Fourteen wild turkeys
on my back deck raid the grape
vines looking for fruit.
Thanksgiving bird = bird giving thanks
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Fourteen wild turkeys
on my back deck raid the grape
vines looking for fruit.
I saw the losing
candidate cross
the empty parking lot.
I’m soooooo jealous of
the brilliance of this blog name:
Blather. Wince. Repeat.
Chuck tests our house for
energy efficiency.
We’re tight as a drum.
Tracy Kidder spoke.
Nice man, but a writer, not
a public speaker.
Vision isn’t so
much a function of seeing
as it is feeling.
with props to selfinterestandsympathy for this one
I will often cite
Richard Florida’s ideas.
People stare blankly.
Thanksgiving creeps up
fast, like a turkey farmer
wielding a sharp axe.
Hadn’t realized the
thermostat had to be set.
Freezing at 60.
Late night imparts great
wisdom to ideas which seem
silly in daylight.