Morning sun So promising A walk to the porch Was quite tempting Check temperature Only thirty-five degrees About to pray I should drop to my knees It is ten o’clock The middle of May Winter’s season Seems here to stay I am in possession of attitude If I wanted to use it as a power I could change this with attitude But then that would be rude Having power is good Using it discreetly is important I could eliminate things Like drinking and snorting But it is not my area It could have been But it’s just not me If possible someone else can I get up early Good weather or dreary Think of condition It makes me weary Wealth is not power Just a step toward power And it will not last Like no matter the flower I am far removed From that dreaded endearment Just able to drive around And of course pay my rent My power is attitude As I have claimed before Must handle it carefully or Wind up on the floor I listen to the people They are unsettled I must be cautious Do not want them rattled Where is the weather I hear their call I’ve given them winter, but they Want spring, summer and fall Back on my knees I say I’ll pray They want action That’s all they’ll say I could do it If only I’d stay But I vacate the scene It’s not my play Stanski May 13, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 