“When I Was A ‘Snapped Whipper’ Stories”

(May 7, 2019)

fifty-three years ago*

may came by chilly

wait next sun-cycle

*(I did The Math. May of my high school senior year. It often was a jacket-month, not his attempt at steam-oven saturation. I recall too much. And hear too many claims of “Back in ‘The Day’ from someone who has yet to prove his pre-, during-, and after-math acumen. Weather changes with a whim and sometimes a sunspot cycle. I keep wool socks, shirts and trou to hand, just as I do nice, heavy sweat-soak cotton tee shirts. And repeat to myself this mantra: would you rather be counting roots than leaves?)

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