My Good Dapper Sidekick

2025.01.09

Good morning, that wonderful way.

How goes it?

Cat got your tongue?

Sleeping like a dog?

Early birding the worm?

Whichever glad to see you.

You animal, you.

Windy and cold the past few days. Enough so that I mention it. Shakes the last of the stubborn oak leaves off their branches.

I'm thinking on you and wondering what you pray, if you pray, who you pray to.

Wondering what you think of the sky.

Do you think of the sky?

Do you think the sky thinks of you?

If you think of him, I'm sure he does.

The ocean considers him a good friend, so they share the same fashion sense all dressed up in blues.

Night is all deep violet and black formal wear for a celebration of the day.

Any big plans today?

Sleeping in? Same ol' thing?

Prose and Abe's empty food bowl for me.

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Keys, please.

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Good morning, that wonderful way.

Again!

Over to the keys. It didn't feel finished so another entry for the same entry.

How you holding up? All systems go? Coffee, tea start to flow? Just so you know...away we go!

Deep thoughts or descriptive picture words what's next?

A little of both, for sure.

I'll mention the wind again because it wants the attention. Old leaves and branches fall off and snap off. A clean up for the sky.

I stopped earlier because a thought that needed thinking without words on a page showed up.

They're rare. Usually words on a screen, on a page, are best for what words can do.

I'll tell you about it sometime in a story.

For now the same old thoughts that come to a poet on any given morning.

I hope the new year is treating you well. Hope you found some new perspective on your life. For no reason at all, or for a very good reason, I hope the view out your window shows a new scene full of new opportunities.

Same old quiet as I can get it room business for me.

Abe chose his lamb squeak toy today. He has so many different animals. I sometimes think he's psychic. Wonder what a goose day versus a monkey or pig or elephant means.

This lamb still has the squeaker attached by a small easily chew off-able string.

Why does he keep it there? All the other toys are gutted clean.

There are plenty of metaphorical meanings I could attach to the attached string. Tea leaf reading for a dog squeaky toy.

What keeps the lamb holding on to what makes it valuable to Abe?

Hope?

Then, it's a day for Hope, so says my bowtie wearing psychic dog on today's installment of this Manga cartoon called: "Dapper Abe and +he Ghos+."

That Hope is the name of one of the main characters in the story I work on is not a reference lost on me.

Thank you my good Dapper sidekick.

Prose later of the Hope-full kind.

Take care, live your Manga dream, read your tea leaves and squeaky toys and have your better day.