love the moment

the day begins like any other sleepy dreams fade with overnight's darkness coffee is miraculous lattes are god's gift but, dick cheney is still breathing, so even urgent prayers sometimes go unanswered i remember the toy a blue globemaster airplane i was 11 i had it maybe a day before the hinged, nose section was broken that and the surprise new bicycle are my two happy childhood memories that are mother related weebles wobble but they don't fall down and birthday candles ideally, they multiply it may be asexual reproduction i can't say there are so many questions for which i expected answers i have learned to be thankful i care enough to still sometimes ask happy birthday to me happy birthday to me happy birthday dear david happy birthday to me dg 8/31/11

As the sun was setting The light low and the shadows long The well-tanned and flip-flopped man Began to gather up his kingdom Beach chairs, umbrellas, cabanas, too They all piled into the wind worn trailer Hitched to an only slightly less worn SUV Elsewhere, but unseen by me Were hermit crabs and sand fleas and Trap spiders and sea urchins All, closing up shop for the night And somewhere in a small midwestern town A woman in a frock with worn eyes and skin That has not been pampered Is picking up her basket To gather in the laundry She earlier hung to dry Or air out or simply Blow in the wind Who knows why But some days We build and stretch and Bring out what we have Believing Our wares, our ways or even our words Are ready to stand in The hard noonday sun But other days All we can do Is draw in our world And close the door behind us And wait Hoping in tomorrow And the new day We believe The sunrise will bring dg 8/7/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/