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These are lazy days in the chair in front of the television, reading some, but not doing much of anything else. I suppose it’s all okay, for now.

somehow manage the anger

I read through old
notebooks slowly

my hip cries in seven languages.
have I fallen down the stairs
in the middle of the night?

interview today –
the second one
wondering what will
be the outcome
will know by Friday.
butterflies.

the cats sleep
curled up together

I haven’t been
writing much either
which means
I’ve been
shooting myself
in the foot

good to hear from old friends
good to make new ones

it is a good idea to venture
out more, if possible
visit churches and temples
meet nice people
in the area

thought of MLK
throughout the day
Roanoke newscasters
say stupid things like
“What will Roanoke
do to celebrate?”
and it is
already 11 o’clock
I guess they’ll have
to wait till next year.

hum of computer fans
at home we make up
silly songs out of
just being happy I guess
and I’m always trying
to think how I can
simplify meaning
to it makes it there on time

the elec. company threatens
termination so we
may play it by candlelight
for awhile