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Well the best part of the weekend was having
This friend and her dog here, this year show
Still wasn't good.
It is going to be hot this weekend as I go
A few hours drive to help a friend
Set-up her show,
A show I did last year, rejected this.
Mixed about it as only sold one piece,
but hate rejection.
It has been a tough few weeks, not feeling well.
On days it is rough to get going, it can be all right
To just putter.
How to reach out, how to do more than just
Cobble the days together beyond to a place
Solid and complete.
I do not have the answer, am still struggling,
Wondering, is this still the right road to travel or
Am I lost.
Back from Kentucky, the bug I caught
North finally showing. Not well, to tired to go
Just staying home
Health and best joy, sweet contentment
These I've known in the innocence of
Believing all's well
852 days later, know little expected is true.
Am thankful for the love, just wish it
Was still here.
The corn is ankle high this cool Sunday,
The last two seasons were planted in beans.
I was glad.
Glad for that short crop allowing long views,
all the better to avoid whatever ills might try
Sneaking too near.
This year, perhaps, I can welcome the sense
Of shelter a tall corn stand offers, as now I can
Stand, me, alone.
Watched, as I could this Derby day, always like
Good horses performing well. I saw this race while
Doing other things.
Now have bundled up, have taken dinner
To your bench where the rain can't reach,
A fog settles,
Leaving all enclosed within the weather,
Dining to the sound of pattering rain
All around me.
Returning from another trip is harder
This time. I am tired, wondering why I
Push so hard.
Perhaps, perhaps, If I push hard enough will
Break through to the good with you. No, no, know
It isn't true.
Know the impossibility through the all of me, know it.
But know no other way in which to break through,
It is hard.
And I am tired.