Body of Evidence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Yes, I've used this picture in other posts, but how often does a pic like this come along?)

 

 



The Awakening

 

I awoke to such grumblings, the likes I’ve never heard.  I, having taken so long to fall asleep, now startled and annoyed at such rudeness – what was this loud agitation? Surely not an earthquake and thunder has always kept its distance.

But here it is again – shaking my pipes and rattling my nerves. It had to be a man-made event for Mother Nature had long since gone to bed, freezing her ground and covering herself with a thick blanket of snow.  It could not possibly be her making such a racket, and not at this hour.

Was some intruder attempting to gain access?  If so, they need to work on their element of surprise.  It’s as if they were dragging a bag of clown shoes behind them.  And yet, somehow familiar – this sound, now that I am a little more awake. I know it from somewhere, but where?

Then, as if the overhead light had snapped on, it came to me.  I suddenly knew what it was, and just as quickly I knew that I was to blame, although my explanation might pacify a judge, my own stupidity was – at this very moment – handing down a very heavy fine.

In my haste to escape winter I had failed to clear the sprinklers of water.  I neglected to shut down the timer that was scheduled to keep my lawn lush and green, and now – in their attempt to simply do their job, they were trying to pump gallons upon gallons of water up through the frozen ground.

A laughable force against Mother Nature, for my pipes were splitting, sprinkler heads were bursting against the pressure and although I wouldn’t see it until summer, my wallet was suffering major leaks in all directions.

 

I might as well get up.  I'm wide awake now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Day At The Beach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



The Gulf of Mexico

 

 



but not yet. This wasn't it.

I have not aged in memory, although limitations have exceeded desires.  I no longer dwell on possibilities for they are not realistic; instead, I cast a mental line far out into a pool of thought and I wait.

When you see me, this is how I’ll be found – waiting.  I can attend to your conversation, but admittedly in part only, for I must remain sharp and ready at any moment for the slightest tug from a fresh idea.

Should I reel one in of sizeable import you may take my photograph with it –

here at the end of the pier.  

Season to Taste

 

 

Rosemary

Parsley

Bananas and mint -

 

A dash of aroma

a sprinkle of hint -

 

Whisk in some Bisquick

and add orange tint -

 

Bake at 420

for a seven week stint.

 

Cool in the driveway

but not in the sun -

 

Hold an umbrella 

if the rain has begun -

 

Cut into slices

with bangers and mash-

 

don't wash the dishes

just toss in the trash.

 

  

The Pub

A sip

and she would giggle some

 

A swig

and he had tales to tell

 

A bottle

left them somewhat numb

 

with just one more

their heads would swell

 

Together

they were quite a pair

 

 

and from their stools

they saw it all

 

Some was good

not always fair

 

They clung to life

up to last call.