I am bushed gushed crushed here on sit I
Am on my ass my back to the si a breeze
Birds chirp rip urp arp out chrtorting bird!
Their word words sin sand songs sang all
Round me now as I read so very get get getting
Myself ready to read the front page of Sunday’s
Washington Post a day late but never too late
I have a date here soon on our glorious deck with
My beautiful wife, our dog, to here by my side
We wait for my wife to awake having with our
SeeEclipse of sun partial here by moon just now
From 2 to 4 quite the specs so dark we bpneeded
To not get blinded by this stunning spectacle not
To return till 2040 so watch in full earnest we sure
Have, I stopped my digging and transplanting, I
Have three more plants to care so be as I round them
In our earth I dig at them trying for a clump to not
Roots all theirs keep as many intact to then move said
Clump to another anointed spot and now the birds
Sing to one another, three at least I do discern and so
In seconds as the owl hoots I will open my can of La
croix sparkling lime and read the Post and then angel
Hair pasta, a chicken thigh grilled on stove in pieces
And some homemade pesto will make up our dinner
Here on this glory it be MondayvApril 8, 24 outside!
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