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, 2025 ^
Steve Haarman 