A tendency to stay in

Soft denim evening

Since those months of lockdown
I've noticed 
a tendency to stay in:
inert, staring out at the day.
thankfully a sprint 
to the pharmacy pumps me
full of wondrous freedom --
it's physics: /objects at rest/
but that's not good rest on me;
propulsion settles me down,
warms me up --
throng of bodies 
scattered on Loose grass,
dogwood spun to kelly green.
two feet working 
the manual transmission,
sliding in and out of lanes,
Missouri scooching on by
like mercury.
hot hugs, music bustling 
from the blues boy's amp, 
soft denim evening
with neon spurs --
someone help me remember
not to stay in
not to stay home.

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It’s April 9th. We survived the rapture, I think.

I’m lucky to have a friend name Scott (well, Colin’s friend) who likes live music… he’s always texting to see when we can join them at Knuckleheads.

And lucky my friend singer-pianist-superwoman Julia Othmer texts me to remind me she’s performing at The Ship this Saturday evening, April 13, which I do have free.

Anyone care to join?