Perhaps I'd made a wish or two.
You, you, you and, you
caught the thought, The word
unspoken, yet you heard.
So, swift across that blue,
blue highway, straight through
aether, earth, and time
Deb Lactiva sent a tidy package
of colorful material she's hand dyed.I'd only asked for a scrap of her gold cloth.
Deirdre Mallon, another cloth-art friend,
sent lovely material scraps
this fabulous square of embroidered bees
Next, my film school friend,
the photographer. Theresa LoSciavo,
sent "Gay Purree" to delight me
I'd admired it when she posted a clip, that's all.
It contains a bonus Annie Lennox concert.
What a treat!
Another morning--another gift:
Two young pigeons took shelter from torrential rain on the back window sill. Huddling close to the screen, they were practically on top of one another.
When Rose Kelleher's exquisite book of poems.
appeared in the mail, without a note, I thought:
Who sent this?
Gotta love a mystery, and
the poems are just so fine!
Saturday night at Flushing Town Hall
my yogi friend and neighbor, Wendy Daly,
treated us to a swell Jazz Concert
Jimmy Heath at eighty seven
is still chock full of good energy
Sunday the sky cleared
Sun shone upon the little church garden I tend
where field daises were budding
False indigo popping hundreds of purple blooms.
Though not free, freedom feelings flowed, and I was a happy dancing fool in a great crowd at theBig Fun Is Good For The Spirit
Many generous events lodged in my mind and heart.
Each gesture of good will lifted me.