it’s not because
I’ve fallen out of
love with you
or dumped you for
some younger, older or
buffer blogging buddy.
It’s because I’m sculpting tunes,
practicing guitar and spying on peeps
from trees in my kelp knitted bikini.
One day I even washed the dishes,
another did a whole load of laundry,
and last Friday I baked an apple!
Other times I do not come to your blog
I’m in the ocean of my mind, helping starfish
fill out applications for their dream jobs.
Many starfish long to be pilots,
pro baseball coaches and assistants
to make-up artists on movies.
The pink one I met today
wants only to be a mermaid
who sells peas at the circus.
(boiled with butter, on a tray with 2 bottles of beer!)
I swim wild here in my ocean.
I bob like some guy named Bob
in pockets of rainbow ripples.
But back to what started this poem…
When I do not come to your blog
it’s also probably because Blue Bunny
and I are singing on street corners
where the saints imbibe.
iPhone pix recently of Kelly at her friends’ outdoor saltwater pool with a plexiglass viewing area.
Posted with love by Jannie, who is behind with blog-reading again, but hopes to get out soon.