Wrightings

Lake Baker clean up  anniversary number five* beside  dead babies breath,  mushrooms and fern fronds  wrappers, bottles, needles, cans, car parts, plastic, and diapers  kayaks, canoes, conservationists congregate  camping in sun waned windy weather buckets, bags, and pickers in gloved hands success measured in shorelines and ditches *J L Wright and her wife Kathy Smith, volunteers at the 2019 Clean up, we’re legally married on September 28, 2014

Looking out the RV window watching bear  In the quiet of the northern summer night  where there is too much light to sleep and  we imagine there’s no place like home It’s been a year since your fall down a muddy bank at low tide the channel was rank; rotting seaweed and fish like the toilet in the corner of the garage conversations in my head leave me wondering about heaven and hell “we need butter” he said, “there’s some  in the freezer” the response. I glance out the window, feel a twinge caused by  an earring I took it off her writing desk.  she’d often slip them off and rub gently. In my dreams, I saved her maroon lobes

200 or more in less than so many days - why is an AK an acceptable arm? This time Walmart and then another in a business area, a park, a church or school. This time racist rants warned us. This time is not the last time. They haven’t been able to shut it down. I listen to European news speak about the stupid Americans knowing that we are only set up for more damage, more destruction with single gunmen on rampages. I haven’t seen the list of names yet will it be one o f my friends? Or children? The young man who did it sits alone in a cage for 20 or more hours a day for nigh on 20 years as 20 or more lay in boxes and another 20 plus in hospital beds. The cost for death nearly three times higher than imprisoning in max for life. The cost future generations lost. rat tat tat echo metal casings ringing heat summer desert blossoms

Weeks in a year cards in a deck Ivory keys on a piano An untouchable number  for a touchable you on this birthday

I gave up eagles for seagulls and pigeons I gave up counting cars for a classroom I gave up freedom for responsibility  I gave up route planning for lesson planning I gave up life on the road for a sticks and bricks home I gave in to being an open book with new blank pages

Moving to Redwood City Redwood City here we come They got a crazy way of living there  and I’m going get me some Parked in Trailer Villa in spot 10A Parked in Trailer Villa Parked in spot 10A Snuggling with my baby Hoping this will work for today I can leave by plane I can leave by bus But I want to drive  Through the cars in all a-rush In Redwood City Redwood City here I am