It's got to be a small town when I am going to write (once again) about the weather. Of course, I could write (again) about metaphors or other abstractions, things which do not exist in nature. Hey, how about if I combine some stuff and write about weatherphors!!
Winter did an encore yesterday and I was digging up my December wear. Got me to poetrizing.
Although it's not snowing,
I just have to say,
A chill wind is blowing;
It's a two sweater day.
I was wearing two sweaters until things heated up at Open No Mike. It was a good one. We had the place absolutely packed. SRO. Some guest musicians did a couple of songs and damn they were good. The whole evening was just exquisite.
It is the best happening in La Conner. I am very glad that the group will continue and will become, I hope, a lasting phenomenon. I desperately need that. (So do you, dear reader and fellow Human.)
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
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