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Ides.

Ides

Middle of the month:
gold leaves,
blue sky.
On the Ides of October
I thought of you:
blond haired,
blue eyed.
Now on the Ides of November
elms reach out bare limbs
as if to sigh,
to cry,
to weep.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.363] 2007-11-15

A morning mourning poem. It'll need reworking, but I post it here to remind me to work on it. The Ides of October is the 15th. The Ides of November, the 13th.

ME:

I'll be hoping that Kansas and Montana win their football games this weekend. I'll be at the Jayhawk game against Iowa State on Saturday and maybe at the Montana game next week. They will probably have a home playoff game at Montana on the 23rd or 24th. I'll be in Missoula the evening of the 23rd, so I'm hoping it's the 24th ... Unfortunately tickets will be released to the public on Tuesday the 20th when I'm on the bus! (I think I'll be in Idaho).

I've already set aside socks, gloves, pillow ... will set aside 4 shirts and underwear tonight. Packing is an art form.

I have 200 plastic sleeves for my poems in a three ring white notebook. I've been rereading and editing. Read up on Cappers and Kansas City Voices. It may not seem that I am making progress, but I am doing a little every day.

Do I go for liver and onions today? It is Thursday ... I could do sushi ...

Kansas: 47º and sunny blue. Where my sunny blue eyed friend lives? 41º, light rain and snow in the forecast.

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