by Robert M. Katzman ©¸ June 27, 2019
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Some beautiful sunlit morning
While I wait for Cinderella to arrive
My grand-daughter might say to me:
“Grampa, what did you learn in your life?”
And I look through the colors of the glass
Fade backwards thru time
Drifting
Wondering how to answer someone so young
And pointing to the pretty window
I’d say to her,
“Well sometimes things were wonderful…
May 14, 2019
I planted 4 trees today.
I drove far away to a lovely rural nursery and the prices were tiny compared to near me.
Amber, Lisa and Kaitlan helped me with the transaction and with loading my old van.
The van needed to be jump-started because I haven’t used it all winter.
My driving forever cured the van’s sad battery.
My old body is inconceivably tired.
So tired I can’t tell how tired I am.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how tired am I?
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(Read on …)by Robert M. Katzman © September 8, 2017
I’m standing on a beach
In Southeastern Wisconsin
And the waves are rolling in
Rolling in without exception
And each wave is a mirror
A mirror of the thousands
Waves like an invasion
A war upon our beaches
First Published July 30, 2017, © by Robert M. Katzman
Sometimes, in the cool night air I walk barefoot in the dark on the geometric red and white stone paths to inspect Joy’s Garden for evil invaders. All manner of uninvited plants seek to join the selected ones. They are unaware that a different bipeded specie’s resistance to them is constant and that pulled weeds, once sun-dried, become kindling for our hungry backyard brick fireplace.
There are five blossoming brooding Burning Bushes on the east and on the west sides of the little garden, to contribute to my defenses. Soon to be a fiery glowing red, Moses would be proud. But also, he wouldn’t wonder why there were ten of them. Subtly, but meaningfully to me, they send two messages. I let them speak for themselves.
Robert M. Katzman © Halloween, 2015
Saturday afternoon
Late autumn
Unfamiliar country road
I keep losing
Rock n’ Roll on my radio
Hunt and peck
Hunt and peck
And I miss my damn exit
Cursing the wasted time
I turn east on:
What?
I look for a sign
“Seven Mile Road”
Stretching into the horizon
No stoplights in sight
I zoom ahead
Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story: http://www.differentslants.com/?p=355
By Robert M. Katzman © March 5, 2013
Snowbound
Sweet coffee aroma roaming across my face
Windows half steamed up
Like before and after the storm
I watch for traffic
But there’s none