Cortex for hire:
Faxes sent. Lost iPhones found.
Official letters written.
~
Not a bad deal I
unknowingly made almost
fifty seven years ago.
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.