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.
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.
Hadn’t realized the
thermostat had to be set.
Freezing at 60.
Late night imparts great
wisdom to ideas which seem
silly in daylight.
Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
I’m not here. I’m lost
in Varanasi. A world
Luke Storm opened wide.