here we have gone past the end of july

in an interval set long ago

the cæsars remembered two months and a sigh

and a fog with hot charcoal in tow

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september tempts us to be cool

in attitude and fashion

with falling leaves and back to school

and ends of days to crash in

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candy acquisition

and a moon on wax and wane

seasonal tradition

we’re allowed to be insane

Presence Felt

Perhaps he is a little stiff

Relief came with a friendly spliff

Engrossed in word and act obscene

Satiety made him serene

Engaged; engorged; it is so swell

Nasturtiums nest in soft pastel

Such moments given and not lent

Enables love unpenitent

I’ve been chipping away at this work in progress a bit at a time for about three weeks now. Today I put in a good hour and a half. It would be thrilling to be done with it by a week from today, but as always with a more ambitious work, the drawing starts taking control and making demands. That is a superb problem to have!

This is my fiancée, Donna Sue Atkins. She is holding a rough sketch of an engagement ring I just designed for her. The design incorporates the Yin/Yang symbol of Taoism, though we are not Taoists. The design includes our monograms of “gwb” and “dsa” within the dots.

This morning I asked Donna if she wanted us to be together for the rest of our lives. She does. So I asked her again to marry me. “Let me think about it.” Midafteroon I asked her again. “Give me five minutes.” “Take six.” Six minutes later she said Yes.

I got into my car to do errands, and Get A Haircut was on the list. Pushed the Android Auto Search microphone icon and when it beeped I said “Barber shop near me.” It navigated me to a shop on Monroe Street with traditional barber poles, and I walked in, and wow, did I feel white. The clientele and staff were African-American, there was hip-hop playing on the speakers, and a large portrait of Muhammad Ali just inside the front door.

One of the barbers looked up at me and said, “Help you?”

“Just a haircut,” I said, and sat to wait. I felt like an intruder, though no one there said or did anything to make me feel unwelcome. But I also felt as though Fate had handed me a ticket to a new Great Human Adventure.

“What’s your name?” said the big man in whose chair I now sat. He reminded me a little of Roosevelt “Rosey” Grier, former defensive tackle for the LA Rams. (He is still with us at 94 years of age!) When I said Gary he said I could call him JV.

JV listened carefully to what I wanted: short, professional-looking, squared-off collar-length in back, REALLY short on the sides, and enough on top to keep it from sticking up. And in about 25 minutes he produced the EXACT haircut I had described.

“I think I know what JV stands for,” I told him.

“My first name is Jamal…”

“Nah. I’m pretty sure JV stands for Justly Victorious.”  That gave him a grin.

I got permission to mention his name and my new haircut in a post,paid him in full with a $10 tip, and went home to show my Sweetheart the work of art on my head.

Fig. 1: Secretariat ° Fig. 2: Maddow, Rachel
Fig. 3: Chick &Chick Fig. 4: Din-Din

Wilhelmina wailed then wept. “I miss my Chuck,” she sighed

Ifs & thens had pierced his wherewithal like assegai

Nether Regionals he’d entered, triumphed, won, and then

Nightfall, downfall, fall from grace beyond all human ken

Ah, how swift and with a whisker passeth foofara

Human humid hayride hell & then a humbug’d bah

ectrodactyly

if you have ectrodactyly

your hands are all forked up

bur climbing trees will be a breeze

and handling a handleless cup.

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scutellum

small shields enplate the taloned bird

and end when feathers begin

and armadillos? o my word

please do not think it much absurd

to say they have no sin.

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emu

an em’s a space in linotype,

and mu’s a grecian letter.

let’s fuse them as a metaphor

for the chi-miracle that has occurred

with the creation of a bird.