Birds own the fountain.
Most all say “Howdy” or “Hi”
Welcome to Marfa.
Birds own the fountain.
Most all say “Howdy” or “Hi”
Welcome to Marfa.
Staring off in a daze.
Rhyming in many ways.
Hoping for some praise.
It’s another thirty days.
Are you sure today wasn’t Friday?
Can you check again?
Can we pretend just this once?
Maybe it’s a Leap Year?
I almost forgot.
I need a poem.
Just like my hair
Now needs a comb.
That was questionable.
I’m in a hurry.
It’s a poem a day,
I have to scurry.
This was horrible.
Tomorrow will be good.
At least we can hope.
Let’s all knock on wood.
Amen.
One last meeting
Before I can go home.
But I’m in India,
So it’s your first meeting.
Video conferencing is the bomb.
Teams can be anywhere,
And still can get together.
The world is one conference room.
It’s 5:30pm in Bangalore.
It’s 2:00pm in Budapest.
It’s 7:00am in Dallas.
We can still all meet.
I’m the one in Dallas.
I haven’t had enough coffee.
There may not be enough coffee.
Time zones are a bitch.
This must be a Monday,
I have nothing clever to say.
Don’t give this a second look.
My mind is but an open book.
I’ve been spending all this time,
Just to find some words to rhyme.
My head is feeling very dense.
The words don’t really make much sense.
Tomorrow is another day.
I’m sure my mind will be OK.
I will have a great work of art.
At least I’ll have another start.
Anything you need,
Just use the app.
Don’t open the door,
Leave it on the mat.
To meet your team,
You just use Zoom.
You won’t even be
In the same room.
If you need a friend,
There’s online chat.
If you need a date,
Let’s not talk about that.
Defeat the virus!
Just stay home!
The problem is
We’re all alone.
I
Can’t
Really
Come
Up
With
A
Topic
Today,
But
At
Least
My
Words
Are
Safe
From
Infection.
February was my 20th Anniversary.
We were going for a cruise.
So, in January, I broke my foot.
Oh, plus my ankle, too.
Cruise canceled.
Well, next year is 21.
That's almost the same.
Staying home.
Avoiding all others.
Well, it will be over by May.
May, when we visit grandkids.
Wait. What?
Scrap that trip.
We have a Christmas cruise.
Yes, I know about cruises.
I'm not hopeful.
2019 kinda sucked.
2020 said, "Hold my beer."
I'm too old for this.
March, I was out of the splint.
I was out of the cast.
I was into a boot.
So, now I can travel.
It's my 60th birthday.
Time for a road trip.
Wait. What?
All the old RVers
Can finally come out to play.
They’ve locked up all the cruise ships,
And they’re giving gas away.