This is how my day started…
with the open egg carton, holding half a dozen eggs, crashing to the kitchen floor
4 were cracked beyond use
1 was just a little cracked
1 rolled to safety
Eggs are now on my grocery list
~ Janean
Friday
wearing sandals
toe nails painted blue
greenest of grass
dog named Blue
guarding yard
from robin invasion
Friday afternoon
Spring break has begun
how I love him
he fixed it
my phone
more patient than me
always
held two buttons down at once
brilliant
I’d gone to get manual
fixed by the time I got back
big sigh
deep breath
it’s going to be OK
the phone and the day
Friday after all
so thankful
I walked alone
I walked alone last night
along the festive streets
families migrated downtown
to see the live window vignettes
with a holiday theme
the crescent moon was shining
the streetlights were brighter
a white horse ambled by
pulling a carriage
something special
out of the usual
I wish my family had joined me
at the art walk downtown
where I went to see my friends
for quick conversations
shared smiles and hugs
and to see their art
glad I went
for a bit
as I drove home
alone
Elvis was crooning
“Blue Christmas”
from the radio
I got misty eyed
a lump in my throat
my head already hurt
maybe it ached
from unshed tears
accumulating
behind my eyes
I didn’t test that theory
and held ‘em back
a little longer
headin’ home
for rest
in the night
December 2, 2011 was F1RST FR1DAY in downtown Bloomington. How I love, and look forward to goin’ downtown on the F1RST FR1DAY of every month. Even if I go alone, I don’t feel lonely. The studios and galleries, and the artists within, are very welcoming and always glad to see you. Even if you’re just admiring, and not buying, their wonderful and varied works of art. ~ Janean
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