but did not have anything to write on.
So I offered that worker a piece
of construction paper.
***
National Safer Workplace Day (the last Friday of June)
reminds me of these thoughts I’m sharing with you.
This poem Worker was in a Milpitas Post issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
Posting this here now may feel slow and late,
but I’d rather share it now than have to wait.
in order to trick, taunt, or tease potential hungry waffle-wanting enemies
that are willing to invade a castle that has waffles.
Or maybe the look of the portcullis inspired hungry castle invaders to make their own cake
in the pattern of the portcullis.
I’m waffling between these two theories.
***
National Waffle Iron Day (the 29th of June)
reminds me of these thoughts I’m sharing with you.
This poem The Portcullis and a Waffle was in a Milpitas Post issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
Posting this here now may feel slow and late,
but I’d rather share it now than have to wait.
behind her ears.
That mustache is really her sunglasses hanging below her nose.
They’re realized when she’s more near.
***
National Sunglasses Day (the 27th of June)
reminds me of these thoughts I’m sharing with you.
This poem Dark Mustache was in a Milpitas Post issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
Posting this here now may feel overdue,
yet the memory of my poem still does continue.
sound coming from the refrigerator,
I opened the refrigerator door and checked it out.
Everything was cool.
***
World Refrigeration Day (the 26th of June)
reminds me of these thoughts I’m sharing with you.
This poem A Suspicious Knocking was in a Milpitas Post issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
Posting this here now may feel slow and late,
but I’d rather share it now than have to wait.
where Steve Rogers stays in
can be identified as
Cabin America.
***
Log Cabin Day (the last Sunday of June)
reminds me of this thought I’m sharing with you.
This poem Small House got published by Milpitas Post
online; that happened years ago.
Posting this here now may feel overdue,
yet the memory of my poem still does continue.
and toad alert sounds too disturbing or paranoid
(kinda plague-of-frogs-like)
for an entire season.
***
Summer (starting near the 4th week of June)
reminds me of these thoughts I’m sharing with you.
This poem Summer got published by Milpitas Post
online; that happened years ago.
To post this on here now may feel overdue,
yet the memory of my poem still does continue.
And as she was describing this stressful process to me,
I realized that if you turn the word widow upside down,
you get mop!m, mop i m, or mop i am.
She doesn’t have to mop up whatever mess he made,
though she still feels obligated to take on this memory-absorbing role.
mop i m
***
International Widows Day (the 23rd of June)
reminds me of these thoughts I’m sharing with you.
This poem Widow was published by Milpitas Post
online; that happened (years ago).
Posting this here now may feel overdue,
yet the memory of my poem still does continue.
(that’s taller than the spider hanging on string though).
For them to understand each other’s lingo,
they must be on the same page and then bingo.
***
Father’s Day and Pink Flamingo Day (the 3rd Sunday and the 23rd of June)
remind me of these rhymes I’m sharing with you.
This poem Daddy Longlegs was in a Milpitas Post issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
To post this on here now may feel slow and late,
but I’d rather share it now than have to wait.
since the ice within solstice might somehow inspire
folks to imagine or ask questions like what if
that ice got switched into its opposite?
Or what if we think deeper about what we sense or see?
Asking questions can lead to new possibilities.
***
This year’s first solstice (on the 21st of June)
reminds me of these rhymes I’m sharing with you.
This poem Summer Solstice is in Orangevale View
on page 10; here’s the link to its issue:
https://www.ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/Issue-11-Vol-14-final-6.4.21-Web.pdf .
And here’s a recording of my reading it too:
actually involved the use
of an umbrella
as a grappling hook.
***
Waterfall Day and Hike with a Geek Day (the 16th and 20th of June)
remind me of this thought I’m sharing with you.
This poem Efforts to Climb was in a Milpitas Post issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
To post this on here now may feel slow and late,
but I’d rather share it now than have to wait.
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