“I’m not feeling it at all tonight.”
to
“That was one of the greatest musical experiences I’ve ever heard!”
is a short,
small step.
Isn’t that what parents,
teachers,
mentors,
guides
are for?

After he’d emptied /
his glands, she only hoped that/
he had washed his hands.
She didn’t want to /
talk to him, but *her going /
was legitimate.
Or
*she’s going/
legitimately.
She, alone, stood
and, debating her own best good,
faced down the gaping abyss
of conscious solo loneliness.
She knew another decision would
be, by others, easily understood
if she, reconsidering, stepped back;
let herself be lead down a different track.
She could easily hike hand in hand
through life’s journey with a man
who had never truly got
the greater knowledge and light she sought.
But she turned her vision to a loftier view;
Spread forth her arms, lept out, and flew.
He had the chance to/
meet and woo, but instead chose/
to create more verse.
I got to walk with/
swallows today, but my phone/
camera didn’t work.
There were about 1-2 minutes when a couple of swallows were hovering in my “wind shadow”. I thought I was taking some amazing film of them, close up, so incredible it made me cry. As I went to download the video, I discovered … I hadn’t taken it after all. Sadness. BUT I have the memory, AND this YouTube video gives you some idea of what was happening! https://youtu.be/ulrpRRKz72I
The more beer
you drink,
the more genius
my art
becomes.