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Showing posts with label Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friday. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2020

Observation - June 5th, 2020, Friday

The city is green

It is summer and it is quiet—right now, at 4:00 pm

If I think about it

I can recall the sounds of gunfire

That woke me up in the middle of the night

The quiet lays on Minneapolis like a green veil

The city is restive

The demand for justice is simmering, now

Seven days ago, we were at a roiling-boil

I can smell the ashes lingering—still

The chemical scent of unnatural fire

Scratching in my throat

Friday, October 4, 2019

Observation - October 4th, 2019, Friday


It is 6:00 and I am at the airport in Minneapolis.

The concourse is teeming with people, travelers.

I am flying to New York to see my friend and watch the Twins battle the Yankees.

There is reggae playing at a bar I am sitting at.

The bar is closed.

I was the first to take a seat here, and now the number of people has multiplied.

A cooked poked his head out from the kitchen, he looked like he is wondering what we are all doing sitting here.

He looked a little nervous, like he is wondering how the day will begin, starting with a full house.

I wonder if it is normal, or if my precipitous seating brought about the wave.

Friday, January 4, 2019

Observation - January 4th, 2019, Friday


My lady tells me about her dreams

Playing string with Kitty, pouncing

The smell of coffee fills the house

In the dark morning, dressing, typing

I am listening, chatting with them

In the hour before sunrise

Friday, August 3, 2018

Observation - August 3rd, 2018, Friday


There is traffic on Bryant
The windows are open
The sound of tires
Rolling on the pavement
Cars and trucks and busses
A plane flying overhead
Preparing for touchdown
Kitty is licking her white paw
Cleaning her tawny head

Friday, June 2, 2017

Observation - June 2nd, 2017, Friday

The morning sun is streaming in through my kitchen window

Reflecting off a stack of boxes against my book case

The morning sun is bright, and flashing

The day promises to be sunny hot

There is a for sign in the yard next to the sidewalk

It says for sale

I anticipate the footfall of strangers

Walking through my domicile

There are transition coming, I can see them

My cat is sleeping blissfully