The outdoor art fair has displays
In canvas booths that zip.
When setting up for two days straight,
I guess it saves a trip.
I don’t know what security
Is there for overnight,
Though thieves could slice the canvas,
Even if it’s zippered tight.
The booths provide protection more
For rain-related times,
The artists likely worried
About damage more than crimes.
Today, the second of the fair,
Was raining from the start.
I walked past many zipped-up booths
And couldn’t see much art.
Predictions were for sunny weather
In the afternoon.
I'm sure for all the artists
Sunshine couldn’t come too soon.
I’m sure some picked up all their work
And didn’t stick around,
While others waited, hoping that
Their business might rebound.
A Roman Catholic is like a Roman Candle...
Fire works!!!
Quick to anger...
Quick to repentance...
Dear Father...
Take my confession for I have sinned...
Romans 3:23- I have read
BUT.
“I have to tell YOU this...”
.............
seasons shift so do eras
moughal era
british india era
parliamentary governance era
america;russia may make an offer to grow to next level
but make india sovereign dependent
britain with brexit may grow english speaking population to next level
but make india again sovereign dependent
china with another fusion sun and gunsmithing may
shoot you down,make india sovereign dependent
find leader in you
rally to polling booths
the diners are silent,
and close before dusk,
solitary kettles boil,
in quiet homes glowing in the night,
and unringing phones.
how are you today?
is all we ever say,
and one day we’ll all get together
I got freaked out the girl said. It was a wow.
I stretched my dog-ears to hear “….store now.”
She was sitting in a booth two tables away.
I walked to the bathroom to peek at her today.
blonde hair and light blue eyes, maybe a Norse?
she was one of those cutie petooties of course.
Her friend had taken the conversation over.
No one could hear it, not even my poodle named Rover.
I returned to my seat and picked up the book.
Pretended it was entertaining, in this tiny nook.
My waitress came over and tried to speak to me.
By now I could hear her voice again, the pretty young she.
“shh!” I said to the waitress, as I sent her away.
The excited voice was quiet now on this dreary May day.
I have no idea what she was trying to say.
But I feel I missed an entire novel this ugly Tuesday.
they make your feet
as you dance to the beat
yes the sweat
that you can best
will stink make you wink
but you toot
in thoses
DANCING BOOTHS
snow s around soon
mabe at the full moon
when snow looks white
the nights bright
and lights up the night
and i got some loots
as we shop and stop
i bought
THESE BOOTHS
theyer on hiways
and biways
some the worker
or jerker
but cute they toot
in those
TOSS BOOTHS
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