the rain brought about thoughts of transfusion
it was a good, cleansing spring time type rain
the kind that smells like earthworms in the morn.
taking out the trash thinking of the garbageman,
he had on his Obey modern day style railroad cap
which protected his favorite glasses from droplets.
the house was built in the late 1920's or early 30's
and sometimes it was if he could feel its characters.
he often thought about the solid, stately construction
- "yeah, they just don't build'em like this anymore,"
he recalled the different men doing renovations saying.
as he stirred together maple & apple instant oatmeal,
he thought of the men & women at the Quaker Company
and the everyday men & women who make Purely Orange
along with those responsible for his Silk chocolate soy milk
- his head was filled w/ bricklayers and concrete masons -
and old Italian men who made the grand stone walls in the Hts.
- he gave thanks for his food & drink and those footsteps before.
and after almost a year of giving-up smoking pot everyday, all day,
he now knew he should & could kick the occasional cigarettes too.
down to 170 pounds - his hair, skin and all around looks were right.
he looked younger than 36 and felt it as well and was grateful for it.
everyday he made a point to be thankful and grateful for all he could
and tried to bring about the goodness of everyday men and women
his favorite t-shirt was organic cotton and had a picture of Chief Seattle
- which read, "we belong to the earth - earth does not belong to us" -
it was in the wash after wearing it to a benefit concert for his nephew
who passed-on in thea few years back - and this was the
first year he attended the annual benefit show and was blown away -
in a good way. he was thankful & grateful for it all. remebering the dead -
Best of the Roses,
Things We're Afraid to Say: Webs of Everyday Media
Poetry By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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