Jun 6, 2020

sonic of shut in

Are we sinking?
The rain refreshed
Help us make new start.
Perhaps that just a dream!
There is present narrative 'loud',
Finding some youths desire need to protest,
But no desire to listen.
We must seek out quiet voices,
Discover sonic murmured,
Desperate time in a strange place called lock down.....
AKA shut in

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Montalbano, “investigations are not what they used to be, uncertain, vague, contradictory, and scatter brained,”

  Pretty disappointed in last Montalbano. Beautiful, engaging, draws me in,  stories with such interesting crimes, romance, topics, politica...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"