Presence Felt

Perhaps he is a little stiff

Relief came with a friendly spliff

Engrossed in word and act obscene

Satiety made him serene

Engaged; engorged; it is so swell

Nasturtiums nest in soft pastel

Such moments given and not lent

Enables love unpenitent

I’ve been chipping away at this work in progress a bit at a time for about three weeks now. Today I put in a good hour and a half. It would be thrilling to be done with it by a week from today, but as always with a more ambitious work, the drawing starts taking control and making demands. That is a superb problem to have!

This is my fiancée, Donna Sue Atkins. She is holding a rough sketch of an engagement ring I just designed for her. The design incorporates the Yin/Yang symbol of Taoism, though we are not Taoists. The design includes our monograms of “gwb” and “dsa” within the dots.

This morning I asked Donna if she wanted us to be together for the rest of our lives. She does. So I asked her again to marry me. “Let me think about it.” Midafteroon I asked her again. “Give me five minutes.” “Take six.” Six minutes later she said Yes.

I got into my car to do errands, and Get A Haircut was on the list. Pushed the Android Auto Search microphone icon and when it beeped I said “Barber shop near me.” It navigated me to a shop on Monroe Street with traditional barber poles, and I walked in, and wow, did I feel white. The clientele and staff were African-American, there was hip-hop playing on the speakers, and a large portrait of Muhammad Ali just inside the front door.

One of the barbers looked up at me and said, “Help you?”

“Just a haircut,” I said, and sat to wait. I felt like an intruder, though no one there said or did anything to make me feel unwelcome. But I also felt as though Fate had handed me a ticket to a new Great Human Adventure.

“What’s your name?” said the big man in whose chair I now sat. He reminded me a little of Roosevelt “Rosey” Grier, former defensive tackle for the LA Rams. (He is still with us at 94 years of age!) When I said Gary he said I could call him JV.

JV listened carefully to what I wanted: short, professional-looking, squared-off collar-length in back, REALLY short on the sides, and enough on top to keep it from sticking up. And in about 25 minutes he produced the EXACT haircut I had described.

“I think I know what JV stands for,” I told him.

“My first name is Jamal…”

“Nah. I’m pretty sure JV stands for Justly Victorious.”  That gave him a grin.

I got permission to mention his name and my new haircut in a post,paid him in full with a $10 tip, and went home to show my Sweetheart the work of art on my head.

Fig. 1: Secretariat ° Fig. 2: Maddow, Rachel
Fig. 3: Chick &Chick Fig. 4: Din-Din

Wilhelmina wailed then wept. “I miss my Chuck,” she sighed

Ifs & thens had pierced his wherewithal like assegai

Nether Regionals he’d entered, triumphed, won, and then

Nightfall, downfall, fall from grace beyond all human ken

Ah, how swift and with a whisker passeth foofara

Human humid hayride hell & then a humbug’d bah

ectrodactyly

if you have ectrodactyly

your hands are all forked up

bur climbing trees will be a breeze

and handling a handleless cup.

..

scutellum

small shields enplate the taloned bird

and end when feathers begin

and armadillos? o my word

please do not think it much absurd

to say they have no sin.

..

emu

an em’s a space in linotype,

and mu’s a grecian letter.

let’s fuse them as a metaphor

for the chi-miracle that has occurred

with the creation of a bird.

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salade aux fines herbes

my cohabitant chops a carrot, one of three.

“do you want any help?”

“i don’t think so…

“it’s taking a long time.”

“no rush.”

..

the making of a salad is a salad in itself, with

the exotic ingredients of music selection,

arrangements of foodstuffs, raising of blinds,

reminiscences and sighs.

health is in the air,

health of direction,

of attention and presence, of

dressing and undressing and dressing again

and the soothing flow of rinsewater.