51, 52, 53 Poetry Tuesday

Must put a couple in the bank.  Holiday and all.  Taking the tribe up to Birdie and Pop-pop's for the sparklers.  Hope to get a swim in too.  I was told no swimming except in private pools and that seemed class biased to me.  Then I thought of going pool to pool, backyard to backyard see how far I could get.  Make a good story.  The gang went out for miniature golf last night at the world renowned Village Greens.  It's the Pebble Beach of putt-putt.  Played the shorter, though no less forgiving, Orange course.  Wyatt and I were paired.  He took coaching well and had 4 or 5 honest bogies.  Heather and Adders, Ab-mat and Agnes did not keep their scores, which, well.  I don't want to get into it except to say, If there's a score, you keep it.  Yours blogger in chief:  -1.  Hope everyone has lots of bottle rockets, M-80's and Roman candles.  Remember to hold them in your hand and let the fuse go a good bit before throwing them at somebody.  Beer will give you some extra courage so drink a lot of it.  Have a superb holiday my people. God bless John Roberts Jr.  Here is KME, see if the hair on your arm doesn't stand:

Out Walking with Baby

We are the untouchables, separate 

from traffic, a still between the scenes 

of do & take. The leaf blowers pause 

at their task of dislocation, mowers 

change direction to let us pass. 

They think the world for us 

is soft & fine, playful shadows 

tossed from filtered light. 

But we know the red violence

of animal brought forth from animal. 

We know the force that moves us to kill.