December 8th will forever be marked by the birthday of my friend in England, the birthday of Jim Morrison, and the death of John Lennon.
This day in my blogging history
2018: We have
sunk to new heights,
climbed to new depths,
created perfect landing places,
and now we live as if waiting
for the load to drop.
Grandpa might not be good with names
but he could make a mean goulash.
So when you came by while I was out
and left me a basketful of goodies
it was with deepest respect for all that’s good
that he replied to my inquisitive glance:
“Who left it? Your friend, you know the one,
with hair like goulash.”