“The Lower Wekiva’s Good*”

(September 10, 2019)

were I to go ‘Gone’

tell Beasties ‘Bon Appetite’

Lay me down right there!

*(‘Spect I will have to wait for a wordwide calamity – or even an Alas Babylon scenario to get my wish to ‘give back’ to the bears and otters and other such beasties along the banks of the lower Wekiva River, near the confluence of The Saint Johns River. Powers That :ike To Be will not give a burial permit. Hey, bureaucrat: it ain’t a burial! It’s a Feast! I guess I used too many one-syllable words. Again.)

“Before I Close My Ears*”

(September 10, 2019)

I Before I close my ears

I heard ‘Saint’] Come Marchin’ In

Drew Does It Again!

*(Had an early morning so I listed to New Orleans-Pittsburgh NFL on radio…and even came awake to find the second game into the fourth quarter…another goodie. But the Saints’ win particularly nice. Must send this to a pal.)

“What-A-Burger Fries Mouse”

(September 10, 2019)

what-a-burger fries

mouse* then apologizes

there’s not enough salt

*(Former favorite Sanford, Florida burger place – now mostly if not all in Texas – has a mouse run across one of its store’s prep(aration) tables, slips and falls off into the hot french fried potatoes oil. Burger A-Frame closes down and does a full re-clean after its apology…and perhaps to teach cooks how best to season a properly fried mouse. The big-size What-A-Burger sammy exceeded even The Krystal big burger in my happy hungry eyes, though it had to settle for a tie with Burger Queen’s Black Kow! When I found out A&W amended its meat with pre-steamed oatmeal, my first rootbeer place burger became my last rootbeer place dining delight: ‘sides Pin-N-Whistle’s chow better and though I was too young when the Sanford stand closed, it served beer. The Steak-n-Shake in Sarasota and in Gainesville both served draft beers with their chow. Wonder how that got past the bluenoses?)

“Modern, Cheap Tennie Pumps”

(September 10, 2019)

through a wet grass

field shoes go swish-splash…

will their glue-soles* hold?

*(Or is that Glued-on Souls? Sometimes this poetry kick a hoot-after-the-fact! And at other times an haiku will step-out on past me with its bags in hand and march right up to the curb and say: “Let’s go for a ride!”)