I’ve been seeing a lot of trumpeter swans heading south lately. They fly in the same V formation as geese, but they don’t make that terrible racket that geese are notorious for. They’re more graceful in their flight and more gracious in their departure.
trumpeter swans
take to the sky
i wish them well
as they fly by
and in return
they wave goodbye
–photo by me
the whole day you’ve been on the go,
and you really just want to lay low,
but the lines someone said
are still stuck in your head,
and your all tangled up in them so.
i beg you to please call on me,
and i’ll give you my love tangle-free;
i’ll help you forget,
and we’ll watch the sun set
together–the way it should be.
–photo by me
in the dark of night,
great cities, like galaxies,
appear quite lifeless–
yet both have so many lights,
there must be somebody home
–photo by me
if we truly look,
we can see ourselves in the
eyes of another,
and that, in turn, enables
us to see their point of view
–photo by me
the only thing worse
than a snake in the grass is
two snakes in the grass
–photo by me
I’ve always been a science-minded guy, but my studies have revealed that at the quantum level, the universe seems to operate on ‘some kind of magic’, so who knows? But I digress.
My niece, who I haven’t seen for many years, sent my son Aaron a text that she had a message for me from my late wife. It was so sweet, I thought I’d share it:
I’m not sure if the dream means anything, but it sure sounds like something Jody would come up with. I’d like to think she’s trying to tell me: don’t worry about me, I made it up to heaven.
banning books
by the hundreds
may lead to
burning books
by the thousands
which in turn
may lead to
burning people
by the millions
I’m so proud of my granddaughter, Milli. She’s such a happy, healthy little ball of energy, in spite of all she’s gone through so early in life.
Her father abandoned her at birth, and she was quite sick for a few months, so I moved in with my daughter to help. Even then, I noticed something special about her: she could do things beyond her years. When she was barely three, she showed up riding a bicycle like a pro one day.
But then my daughter got involved with a meth-head loser, and everything started falling apart. He moved in with her (I moved out) and they started fighting. Finally, both Milli and her older sister Maddi were taken away and moved to a foster home. (Maddi’s father died of a drug overdose about the same time.)
It breaks my heart that she can’t be with her mom, but both girls are doing so well now, it’s truly amazing. They have piano lessons, trips other states, and so much more they would have never known otherwise.
And that’s why she’s running a 5k race today. That girl is going places.
–photo by foster mom
–photos by me
–photos by me
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