Oh man. It's hot again today. I have the fan on high. My legs are sticking to the chair, and my head feels 100 degrees because the little engines in there are stuck in one place. I keep taking out and putting back in the same stupid line. And I know I will do that from now until this poem is published or thrown out. Whine. But I can't wait until fall is really here. My sister sent me this photo from Maine to make me jealous. Just looking at it, I can taste the salt in the air and smell the pines. I bet it's a Northwest day, cool enough for a sweater . . . If it's not, I'll put on a wetsuit and take a dive in the ice cold water . . .
Of course I have nada to complain about. Suzanne calls from El Salvador where there are no seasons. It's either hot or hotter.
It is finally becoming fall here in Georgia, though some nights I question it. Sometimes I miss the clouds of Ohio, the pumpkins sweaters etc... This picture is beautiful btw.
ReplyDeletei hear it's going to be in the seventies all week now! as long as it's not THE 70's all week. that could get ugly.
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ReplyDeleteI am thinking about setting up a reading at a good bookstore in Ann Arbor. Since you have a new book coming out (and are, I think, within driving distance), I thought you might be interested in reading with me. If so, e-mail me at grapplepoet@mac.com so we can discuss this.
I would be happy to make all the necessary preliminary contacts to see if the place I have in mind is interested.
Thanks!
Greg Rappleye