guess its been since the Boston Bombing that I've felt anything worth writing abvout . But thing seem to be getting better all around. a wet warm May under way, Wife has found a new passion ( no not the pool boy ) and Little Goat is excited about the garden
Train of Thought
There are too many cracks in this page
The words won't hold together
and the words fall through the cracks.
The voice of the Muse in my head
tells me to pick them up,
but the other voices say don't trust her.
But it is the distant whistle
of my train of thought ,
lost in the dark that bothers me most.