Toby Tompkins – Page 3

Virtual Performance

Dreamed the song “Ash Grove”. I sang it silently and played a ghostly lute.

After a tooth was extracted, my bark became better than my bite.

Angry blind sky god bellowing giant, flinging bright bolts of fire down.

We each have a star that guides us out of darkness to serenity. But we must find it before we start to prefer living in the dark.

It’s better to be a clam when the tide is high than when it is low.

Brash upstart asters poke out all over the yard. Untidiness reigns!

Donald Trump still rules because too many people don’t know they’re being fooled.

Chilly at mid-day. The white cat fluffs up her fur and her tail.

It’s wonderful that the bird with the sweetest call is so hard to see.

Now we rise, borne by spring’s spread wings toward full-fledged summer flight.