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Oh my goodness, Parker. Wool plaid brought big tears as it unfolded, and just when I had a grip, red parka brought more waterworks. Everyone of these is a gem... old leather could have been the air force jacket my stepfather cherished... given to him by his best friend's mother after his passing (It was too small for him, but he wouldn't let me have it... pissed me off, but really, I understood) ... the funeral raincoat with the crumpled tissues... that combination so expressive, so gut wrenching... images of white tailed deer and the bright orange of autumn... remarkable. I tried the skyscraper form for the first time recently, but you are its master without a doubt. I have old coats I can't seem to let go of. I say to myself they all still fit me, but maybe it is the memories I hold onto. I even have a tweed I bought at a thrift store when me and a friend were shopping for something to wear to a 'tea' party. I feel smart, like a professor in it. Haven't worn it years, but still it hangs there. Each one spoke to me, and no offense to any other poet, but this has to be my favorite collection. I find it so easy to connect to your poetry. Cheers.

Perfect evening weather now. No humidity, no bugs, and the air smells like spring. My DIL and her sisters are sitting out on the back lawn with Cookie, who is on cloud nine with all the attention she's getting.

You are a big meanie! Wait, no... you're a little weenie.

No that's what you want to do to Spikeman's thingy.

Also got my covid bivalent booster today... my sixth shot. Absolutely no side effects. I shopped my head off after getting it.

I think I found the right stain color to blend my new pine flooring into the old. I'll do a test in a day or two, but I already had it mixed at the store. Fingers crossed.

A little wet is okay.

Another hot day here. My mare seems better. Have a great one, my friends.

Great minds and all that. Hey, brother B.

Your target is the little hairy, hobbit-footed tyrant.

The soup was simple and meaty, but a delicious delight. Still a lot left.

Inspirational stuff, honest and uplifting, from a new poet. Check it out!

Very uplifting pieces, my dear friend. Leaps of faith require courage, and your courage has served you well. These works are honest and vulnerable, and that is what makes the best poetry. Your Thai is obviously a lucky man to have such devotion spelled out in words. I also loved the admonition of your Haiku. I must say I enjoy watching this new journey you have embarked on. Well done, Terry. Cheers!

Very muggy evening... 27C... I'm going to uncover the central air tomorrow. If it gets any hotter I'll have to turn it on. Imagine... not even half way through April yet.

I don't shoot bunnies.

Lol. No, he went down a magic rabbit hole without a word. I did spend some time on the veranda with a Cheshire cat, though. His name is Smoky.

Yes, I did write some poetry for this years anthology. It should post about a week from now... over three different days, so I hope y'all look for it.

Um... possibly... I only saw his ass.

Aloha, my friend.

Saw a rabbit on my walk through my woods. I've seen tons of tracks, but I think this is the first one I've actually seen. It blended so well with the dead leaves, I almost missed it.

Hi, guys. My mare is not looking so good today. She is sunk in in the flanks and seems to be working at pushing air out. Her appetite is good though, and her eyes are clear. She is shedding her winter coat, and that is a good sign too. I brushed her outside for an hour, and there is a carpet of hair on the ground. This vigil is getting me down, I must admit. It is awful to see something so magnificent start deteriorating. But, she can't live forever, and she has regrouped before. Fingers crossed we beat the odds again and she lives another year. It is quite hot out today, but there are no flies or mosquitos to bother her, and that is a blessing.

Great work with a positive message, and worth a read! Cheers!

"Already revising plans that haven't yet begun." I love this line. It speaks of the excitement that follows throughout the rest of the poem. I like poetry with calls for action, whether from without or within, and yours delivers just such a message. I also love the line @Parker Owens quoted. I suspect all writers can strongly relate to it. Great job. Thank you! Gary.