12.12.2018
when on here the lonely call
of a bird that seems alone
against the coming grays of cold
wondering why he has not gone
off onto a winter home
notes… I finished up work about 3am last night (after a 1:30am jaunt monday… virus protection on your PCs people argghhghgh!!!), I was down in the boogie down bronx (actually a historical site turned into a supermarket), not exactly the nicest area but I have to say I enjoy traveling all over the tri-state area into every conceivable economic situation from Newark, the Bronx, Franklin Lakes, Millville, Smithtown, Copiague, Danbury, Hastings-On-Hudson, Cold Springs and so many more. It is a good way to stick the thermometer of life in and take a reading to see what you don’t have on the high end and how much you do compared to those who live with much less. I value that perspective, I try to ground myself in it (not always successful). sheesh I can ramble, point being I have been busy and tired (uninspired) but this hit me word for word as I got in my car this morning. I opened the car door, heard this one little bird, I scanned for it, I could not triangulate the little bugger, even with no cover from leaves, bare trees and this singular sound bouncing about, sure in my head I know there are birds that stick it out, but still, if I had wings, would I stay in a place, like this ?
as always, thank you for reading, comments, thoughts, strange jars fashioned in the shape of faces are always appreciated.
music? … I must admit a guilty pleasure here, although they are technically sound I swear! Underrated band that met their end too soon (and of course there is a NJ connection, hey, I am a homer)…
(OK, cmon, forgive the hair, it was a thing at the time… the guitar sound is too sweet)
Shades of My Garden 