rhythm in time with the universe - still can't catch that groove
small stones at the dollar store - i settle for goofy eyes and crooked teeth
huddled close, three dogs and I, consumed by the world wide web
this love affair, on again off again - a closet full of hats
Are your legs warm?
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteLike my new machete?
I would have chosen the bag of stones - I have chosen the bag of stones.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas past. Careful with the machete. That's what we recovered from the trunk of our car at the impound lot - after it had been stolen. That and a huge bill via the impound lot. The thief got off. Because he was here illegally. Did they send him back across the border? no. But they did offer us the opportunity to press charges - if we could find the fellow
^ ^ ^
off topic? I do that
Love the 'closet full of hats'
ReplyDeletewaning crescent
she turns to his side
basking in the sun
for once, no comment
ReplyDeleteon second thought:
ReplyDeletereferring to January river of stones, or finding a stone, everybody must get stoned, whatever it is . . .
typically, I'm not a joiner, but I feel the cabin fever setting in.
the dogs must feel the same way, or they're scared by the washing machine - hard to type with three dogs on your lap - I'm building them a fort on the sofa.
gah, i wish i had a camera.
P.A., you should write more renku with us.
ReplyDeleteHappy New year Bandit, Dotty and Co
ReplyDeleteme - more of a story teller