i
can only
sit and wait
ten, nine, eight
feeling so alive
seven, six, five
i think of you
four, three, two
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Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
wordless wednesday 6/7/23
–photos by me
Mowin’ in the Wind
How can a man keep his lawn mowed down
Before it reaches the sky?
And how can a man spread the clippings around
Before he hears neighbors cry?
Yes, and how can a man simply mow his lawn
And kiss all that raking goodbye?
The answer, my friend, is mowin’ in the wind
The answer is mowin’ in the wind
yellow-headed blackbird (shadorma)
once upon
a time, this fellow
flew to the
sun and back;
it turned his whole head yellow
but burned his face black
–photo by me
shot of the day 6/4/23
sandhill cranes
i see two feathered footballs
on legs like broken sticks;
i hear their lockstep footfalls
between their calls and clicks.
–photo by me
Botched Shots 2
–Photos by me
wordless wednesday 5/31/23
–photos by me
haiku 148
with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me
senryu 55
we’re drawn to the sea
as if we might remember
something that was lost
–photo by me
Sunsets
“The sun sets, but my spirit soars.”
“Never let a sunset go undocumented.”
“Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful too.”
“Sunsets, the perfect end to a perfect day.”
–Photos by me
michaeljordahl 