With my camera I can focus
my attention straight ahead
but without it, I do wander
thinking someplace else instead,
Maybe it’s a flash of light
or just the time of day,
It really doesn’t take too much
to make me look away,
When I haven’t got my camera
and I think of you instead,
I only see you up to here
you haven’t got a head.
Something’s floating in my cup
It might be a her or him,
A tiny bug, I cannot tell
but it’s trying hard to swim,
It flew in without thinking
an accident for sure,
To keep the thing from sinking
my coffee - I won’t stir.
Maybe it’s a coffee ground
and not a bug at all,
but now it’s shaking like a dog
and climbing up the wall.
To finish up my coffee
I don’t think that I should otter,
it'd be like gulping down a drink
of someone’s warm bath water.
Is this at the end of a runway
suggesting we look up
before walking across?
Is it an indicator light for
farmers on tractors
showing which row they just plowed?
High tide?
There is a gate you must get past and a secret password you must utter before the gate will open.
It has been put here for your protection.
There is also a sensor that detects the presence of sunscreen. Without proper sunscreen the gate will not open.
The password is SHARKBITE
Do not share this with anyone. Do not write it down.
Yes, I know I just shared it with you and I wrote it down,
but I have express, written consent from the baseball commissioner.
Every now and then, I look through old pictures to see if there is anything blog worthy.
Many years ago, I sat along Main Street taking pictures as a 4th of July parade went by.
I have no idea who this kid is or what I ever expected to use this picture for.
I'm thinking that by now he is in his late 40's. He has gone through school and has had a few jobs doing various things.
The wagon, however, has gathered value. It has become an antique. It, most likely, has traveled between families, been handed down and has maybe even done a few gardening chores. It's also possible that along the way it was used for parts. The wheels may have been removed and put onto some motorized go-cart. Maybe the wooden sides were taken apart and used to build an ugly bookcase for a dorm room.
Of course, the worse case scenario is that the kid became a lawyer, discovered his photo on my blog and is now going to sue me for damages resulting from undue embarrassment as a result of his hat choice.
