Something To Do
Talk, talk, talk, I say,
all this talk and wordy clouds
billow up around
this odd gathering,
all here to chatter. Over
there the tools idle
for lack of my hands
and yours. We forget ourselves
as we huddle here.
There is something needs
doing, I think, another
poem, home repair,
feeding the children,
cleaning up after the cat,
giving love to you.
Written February 1, 2009 9:45 AM
First Posted July 27, 2009
Picture added today. From atchi-kochi with my gratitude
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.