Here it's nine o'clock am eastern daylight savings time
Which means...I'm not sure what it means.....where you live
As some places never change their clocks
How annoying
To live someplace where the time zone is consistent
Yet year upon year, season upon season without a need to adjust
You must always hear, ' Don't forget to Spring your clocks forward'
Or the other just as irritating 'Don't forget to Fall your clocks back'
I was daydreaming an hour ahead of what I would be if the clocks here
Never changed....
About what Velveeta would be doing bout now.....Out in her garden looking for bugs
Walking in between the many hand toiled rows of colorful vegetable growth
Kneeling in the dirt paying no mind at all to her denim pedal pushers getting soiled
Her press on nails scooping up fertile Midwest soil as she crinkles her pretty little nose
To best sniff test it for the perfect and proper mix of manure compost
How I wish to and do....imagine her bending over at the waist
With her little trowel cocked and ready for entry into a new space
Where she will sow the few seeds of indigenous corn left in her pocket
Planting them with the same love she gives to me with her poetry.....
If my eye was a camera and I could be there with her....
I'd snap me a few of Velveeta's sugar beans and a picture of
Velveeta's beautiful spread.....

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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