Strand Of Green Whispering Subtle pleasures On the wind a song sings Aw-Di-Hi-Oh I blow out frets Bamboo reed Song stills Mind Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like Knight Approaches Softly A Splash of Red Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon The Gardener Longs for Spring
Shep wondered why the old man left him here. It seemed strange to be up so early before the sunlight, in the cold morning, far from the ranch. He shifted his weight and stayed in place looking down the road for the truck. The old man told him to stay right here and he intended to wait no matter the length of time. A cold wind lapped at his ears and he shivered. He rounded…
The walking cane now gathers dust in the corner behind the door. A father leaned against it on a path where he would stop to talk with the neighbors, pet a dog, or lift a child. He served as the honorary grandpa for many three-year-olds. He always had a piece of candy and a smile. The walking cane once belonged to his father who used it to lift himself into his tractor on the cotton…
The silver car rose out of the driveway and backed out into the street. “What are you watching?” “Some old crystal from more than 100 years ago. Something grandma saved.” The man driving the car covered his eyes with chrome sunglasses. Zack paused the action. “How clunky,” he said. “Why don’t they just see it.” Arya touched her temple and the movie floated in her view. On the screen, the unkempt man adjusted his glasses.…
“Red, red, wine.” The gravel voice of the singer bounced around the empty bar passed Ruben, the bartender, and stinging the ears of Tony, the only person at the bar. Tony tapped the shot glass in rhythm with the music. Ruben dried a tumbler. He watched his customer waver in his chair. Tony stared into the mirror behind Ruben. “Now she’s gone and I can’t forget her.” Ruben set down the tumbler and whipped the…
From the TV behind his head he heard, “Look, let me explain something to you. I’m not Mr. Lebowski. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you’re not into the whole brevity thing.” Brevity. If only. The guy with the gun forced the barrel next to his nose and punched it as if to emphasize, “You get…
The gossip fails to interest him, Real housewives provide no whim, The endless chatter from the box, Never topping spring equinox. Transplanting flowers from the seed, Small, pale, helpless leaves proceed No April Showers, so May balks Never topping spring equinox. Finally, water pours over plant, The pail neck leaks but a scant, Of moisture fallen from shamrocks, Never topping spring equinox. Summer now, the garden delights, Hummingbirds dab on nectar flights, Still, he misses…
A Conversation “Do you have page 30 of the A-239 form?” “It should be right there.” “I don’t see it.” “Well, it was there when I brought it in.” “Without page 30 I cannot accept this.” “Look again.” “Listen sir, without the page the document is incomplete.” “You didn’t look.” “It’s missing sir.” “I don’t think so. Look again.” “It would do no good to look again. The paper is clearly missing.” “Give them to…
A Conversation “I mean, it literally caused me to boil over in hives.” “Your whole body?” “Yes, literally.” “Do you have pictures?” “As a matter of fact, I do.” “Wow. I thought you meant figuratively. That’s a bad case of hives.” “I know. I literally scratched myself to death.” Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like That’s a Wrap What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate Knight Approaches…
Coin carries a wish Dropped in the magic well Princess wants coin back. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like Magic Reflection of Light That’s a Wrap Knight Approaches Softly A Simple Mistake