(February 19, 2019)
waking from day-doze
by three god-sent spurts on my face*
ahhh – the promised rain!
*(We actually – I at least since I was outside deforesting a brief dream between paragraphs – got a “trace” of rain today. I moved the paraphernalia up on the porch – stoop, actually even if abbreviated below The Bronx standards – along with the plastic garden chair to avoid being deluged out of my perch so I could continue snacking, sipping, page-turning and watching my world unfold. Alas. Alack. Charlatan Thor and Pals reneged. But it was time for my noon nap, so I went inside to fry potatoes for a cold hamburger lunch. Never said I was consistent.)