Cortex for hire:

Faxes sent. Lost iPhones found.

Official letters written.

~

Not a bad deal I

unknowingly made almost

fifty seven years ago.

No matter how hard

we try, there will always be

something left undone.

~

And, therefore, we still

have something to drag us forth

from the comfort of death’s bed.

It is only through

our unity that triumph

can be truly manifest.

~

When we can look at

another and see ourselves,

unity begins.

At the dog park, Knox

is quick to find one special

friend for a rip-rolling time.

~

Making friends; easy!

One sniff tells you everything,

absent a frontal cortex.

Glorious weather,

now that we are in accord,

again, with changing climate.

~

That doesn’t mean rough

weather won’t lie ahead, but

the climate’s changing.

With eyes wide open,

let us begin to do and

undo. There’s work to be done.

~

Lend a helping hand?

Should we even have to ask?

At least stay out of the way!

Mister President,

A thoughtful and glowing speech.

I plan to hold you to it!

~

And I hope we’ll do

 all we can to help make his

vision a reality.

May the next four years

be as full of goodwill as

the last four were of rancor.

~

Rancor, I’m afraid,

is pretty much a given,

but we can still foster hope.

Nothing says rigid

Like the loser’s campaign sign

Standing Proud, still, in your yard.

~

The loser’s campaign

continues as he proclaims

he actually won.

A bird nest village

in one small, parking lot tree –

wonder why they chose this spot?

~

Seems those feathered friends

chose their congregation spot

for some tangible reasons.