it's this time of year that my feet start telling me it's time to shed the shoes and socks, and my fingers join in tinging that they want to dig in the dirt
normally i come to your page well prepared and determined to keep my stomach contents firmly in place, but also ready to let loose the sick side of my mind and laugh my a*s off at your wonderfully twisted thought processes. but here you flipped on me and smacked me with a reality that is impossible to deny. is it because the bs factor finally and irrevocably tilts out, leaving nothing really left to do but wait .......? but then, that's only m.y. twisted thought process.
I like constructive feedback, only I don't have any to give, Frank.
I can only say I like this poem of yours. It's simplicity in delivery, and at the same time it's inherent 'weight'. I like the economy of language.
Thanks for sharing