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Poem for Friday and Three Lakes Otters


Me and the Otters
By Dorothea Lasky

Love makes you feel alive
Johnny my animal you have no idea
How beautiful you are to me in the morning
When it is 5 a.m. and I am lonely
Everyone is dying around me
I eat spinach bread to keep my sanity, I am
Like Lisa in the mental unit with my father
I am Muriel who throws tables
I play blackjack with the clowns
Oh yes I do all that for a salad
Your black hair is better than a piece of fate
I find in the sky when I am looking
45,000 miles above the earth
For things that make it all worthwhile
I do this for you but you will never know
How dear you are to me
You chop leaves in your house in New York City
Dream of glamorous women and even too they are great
No one will ever love you like I do that is certain
Because I know the inside of your face
Is a solid block of coal and then it too
Something that is warm like warm snow
I hold the insides of you in my palm
And they are warm snow, melting even
With the flurries glutted out of the morning
When I get on the plane the stewardess tells me to let loose
My heart, the man next to me was the same man as last week
Whoever those postmodernists are that say
There is no universal have never spent any time with an animal
I have played tennis with so many animals
I can't count the times I have let them win
Their snouts that were wet with health
Dripping in the sun, then we went and took a swim
Just me and the otters, I held them so close
I felt the bump of ghosts as I held them.
There is no poem that will bring back the dead
There is no poem that I could ever say that will
Arise the dead in their slumber, their faces gone
There is no poem or song I could sing to you
That would make me seem more beautiful
If there were such songs I would sing them
O they would hear me singing from here until dawn

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Apart from a couple of deliveries, Thursday was pretty uneventful till evening. It was nearly 80 degrees when we took a walk under the falling leaves; the weather was beautiful, but while tugging on my mask outside, I lost an earring Heather made for me in 2010, so I am bummed about that.

My Voyager group met on Thursday this week instead of Tuesday because someone had a conflict, and beckyo even joined us! We watched "Phage" -- not a great episode but it has the breakfast food discussion, and we got to discuss whether the phage is what happened to Mitch McConnell's hand.

No debate, we put on Thursday Night Football instead with a break for Schitt's Creek at halftime. All I saw of the various crises du jour were clips on Twitter -- I'm sorry about President Hunter Biden's lack of a health care bill. Here are the otters from Three Lakes Park in Richmond last weekend:

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