Pleasant Evening

Tomorrow looks good… ducks all

lined up in a row…medicine working

a bit, so I know what’s up with that…

weed whacker’s been at it all day and

banging of nails but sun’s going down.

New dogs in the new house down below

are really barky…maybe I’ll grow inured.

Precariousness of existence in remission,

cool breeze from fans with rain possibly,

clarity on a razor edge, but I wonder why

there are so many trash videos on YouTube?

Am I not giving the right prompts?

At least I know that algorithm doesn’t have

me figured out…it’s a minor concern compared

to dying but this moment it’s the squeaky wheel.

At least there’s no one else here to fight with 

over the remote.

Yes, beautiful thunderstorm…just what the

doctor ordered…the dogs won’t be barking 

for a while.