I have many scribbles

ready to issue in prose.

Waiting till autumn, the end of

the summer slows.

 Meaningful soliloquies.

Not to include random, those

sometime called

emergency windows.


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  • I remain truly, G.W.  😉

9 thoughts on “Summer”

    1. Steeny Lou! I see you! Where have you been?? Better question, where have I been?
      What is an emergency window? Have you ever been on a commercial airline?

      It’s also a window I post through when I’m not posting regularly. 😊
      A quick whim-of-the-moment post. 😊


      1. Yes, I have been on a few commercial flights, so I can picture the concrete there. Just wasn’t sure of the analogy’s meaning.

        Where I have been… mostly at home here in the semi-wild part of rural beautiful BC. My blogging has been sporadic and slim, though. I chalk it up to preoccupation with chores, summertime maximizing of longer daylight hours, and family.

        Et vous?

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          1. I am sorry I didn’t answer that question till now. I meant to, but then when I lost my draft writing about The End Of A Book, it’s like something in my brain broke. I am still not fully recovered

            But the question has come to mind several times. HAVE I been able to enjoy any of the summer yet? The answer is that if summer thus far were an 8-1/2″ x 11″ page of black construction paper and the enjoyment is represented by 1″ squares of yellow paper, there’d be one or two yellow squares glued haphazardly onto it.

            Minimal and short-lived joy.

            I want joy. I really do. I guess we can’t always get what we want. I do have a roof over my head and the basic necessities, so although joyless, I am grateful.



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