A summer
Song sans sense, in electric red,
On air guitar.
And the blue afternoon
For pocket change, a terse notebook
Jotted down in a shirt pocket
To keep poems.
But whatever it is, even the typography
Of space travel,
And if you can, do not
Hold it at arm’s length.
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another gem just popped up in my feed, Bob: the first three lines grabbed me by my shirt collar and the for the rest I went along for the ride 🙂 I have such a notebook in my top pocket 🙂 for terse poems 🙂
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Thanks, John!! I take a small notebook on walks as well. You never know when you get an idea. I’m glad you really liked the first lines, those stood out to me to.
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Off topic, but I like the new photo a top the blog, perfect for summer, inspiration to wander. And now this poem, I enjoyed the reminder to keep a notebook close by because we never know when we’re hit by an idea and “space travel,” if I understand correctly should, if possible, not be done half ass, but all the way.
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Yes, space travel all the way. That’s perfect. I’m glad you liked the new photo. A small field near some RR tracks. A good mix of sunshine, flowers and graffiti. I carry one, a notebook, you never know, like you said, when an idea will come. Thanks, Steve!
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Whenever talk about space travel happens, I always think of Sun Ra and his “We Travel the Space Waves” Arkestra.
Railroad tracks and trains are truly amazing… one of those things that makes me stop whatever I’m doing or thinking.
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I love this. Brilliant work, Bob!
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I’m glad you liked it. Thanks!
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Those last lines deserve to be on a t-shirt!
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Thanks! Haha, I’m glad you think it should be on a t-shirt. That’s awesome.
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