good morning Justin

letter to my son

sunday, 19 july

Justin

Saturday was a day for the coast.

There I saw Grackles strutting across the taxpayers’ lawn.

This Laughing Gull and his crew ate half my French Fries.

Here’s one of those smart alec Grackles dropping in for some leisure time.

This bug on the door finds white enamel as far as the eye can see.  

She’s thinking it’s become one of those days.

The Ibis here made the day feel like Florida.

Once one’s tummy is filled, it’s relaxation time in the tree roost.

  

Incidentally, a few gators lurked nearby.

Down the road a farmer planted some flowers

that were infested with butterfly.

Love,

          Dad 

©  Tom Taylor

Good Morning Justin

Letter to my Son
Sunday, 26 April


Justin...

Here's the suburb and the magnificent wife coming with it.

Form follows function.

Fantasy seeps surreptitious into our surroundings.

Trees.

He's on the do not resuscitate list.

"I'm sorry.  Do I know you," it asked.

My favorite color....

It was a perfect Saturday morning.

No one owns me.

It's all her fault.  Just ask me.

Love,
          Dad




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