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“the water’s out grandma”
“yes i know”, “how could you know
out of my ear”
grandma doesn’t care
if her husband plays golf
it’s only eighteen holes
“no”, why isn’t it
yes it is ,it’s eighteen holes
No, water again
a man is whistling
somewhere on a balcomny
grandmother answers
whistling back and forth
mimicking each other
all the girls are laughing
then grandma shouts
“this is an all girl pool
girls rule, girls aren’t as noisy”
whistling ,pausing
grandmother tells me this is
“the andy griffin show”
shower is running
on the way to jacuzzi
at another pool
little boy jumps out
asks me how i turned this off
tells me he couldn’t
his answer a song
“to the left to the left
to the left to the left”
he then asks me
“are you here with your family”
so i ask are you
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For me, this is so “on”. I am hearing all of it still.
thank-you very much harlon
Wait, there was an argument about golf being eighteen holes?
(I guess nine holes is common enough, but it seems like 18 holes being all right implies 9 is fine too.)
there were 2 different conversations going on . the little girl was talking about water in her ear & her gma was talking about everything else in the world.. no one knew what the other was saying, except me…i think gma didn’t care how long her husband was gone.
fourteen holes counting
the water hazard in the ears –
little Sheba dances.
Great post. A Robert Altman movie as a series of haiku stanzas. Love this form & your use of it. 🙂
BTW Your post has inspired more of madness. 😀
https://impliedspaces.wordpress.com/2015/02/08/what-do-i-want-to-give-to-the-trance/
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Whistling ,pausing… I am saying: a wonderful poem…. Very joyful!. Best wishes, Aquileana 😀
lol..thank-you very much aquileane.
best wishes!