< all about you again >

[rayheinrich]

Spring is just two days away (give or take a tad) for all
us peoples residing in God's given hemisphere.

This means the time is unequivocally equinoxically right
for our annualistically guttural gush of hormonal hyperbole.

To wit:




     



                        < all about you again >
                       
                        it was winter just a while ago
                        but now
                        it's spring
                        and spring
                       
                        is all about you again
                       
                        you and your face
                        seen turning
                        just a glimpse
                        a flash of eye
                        a blue
                        a green
                        a glint of sun
                        reflected
                        in your words and breasts and legs
                        and what you say with your clear smile
                        and spring
                       
                        is all about you again
                       
                        and summer
                        is you
                        you and your hands
                        pulling the boat about
                        in sea
                        and clouds
                        as white
                        as sails
                       
                        and fall
                        and you
                        as bright as red
                        and leaves
                        that dust us
                        in their orange and brown
                       
                        and winter
                        leaves its coat on us
                        the white of snow
                        the black of branches reaching out to spring
                        and spring
                       
                        is all about you again
                       
                            - - -





Off topicness is encouraged; this includes addled comments, poems about
astronomy, shortcomings of the way-to-watery southern hemisphere, and
the relative merits of the various species of armadillo. My favorite armadillos
are the three-banded ones as they are the only ones that can roll up into a ball:




Image1: Ratty typewriter font blown up big
Image2: Three-Banded Armadillo photographs stolen from various sites on the web

[newsclippings]

Just lovely. Thanks ray.

[ChristopherSea]

You sound twitterpated! The weather and seasons never sounded more romantic Ray. Summer was my favorite passage. The 'You' was very cool. Much obliged for the read.

[rayheinrich]

Just added off-topic three-banded armadillo photos.

p.s. and yes, your appreciations make me pathetically happy.

[milo]

Just added off-topic three-banded armadillo photos.

p.s. and yes, your appreciations make me pathetically happy.

I sometimes forget how much I love
Armadillos. It is good to be reminded.

[justcloudy]

I like this poem and it's resignation to life's cyclical nature. Reminded me of some old stuff I had forgotten about. That's always slightly nice, slightly uncomfortable.
I like the typewriter font and it's imperfections.
I like armadillos. I wonder if they smell bad. Once I think I saw one run-over in Texas. I was too young to know to be sad.

---

You posted about 3 banded armadillos, but get this: Nine-banded armadillos almost always give birth to four identical quadruplets.
I wanna be an armadillo baby now.

Also: They often have a bad reputation due to the fact that they are the only animal other than humans that can contract leprosy, but cases of humans getting leprosy by handling armadillos are extremely rare.

Who knew??


(http://www.nwf.org/wildlife/wildlife-lib...dillo.aspx <-- Well they did I guess.)

[rayheinrich]

Just added an off-topic: three-banded armadillos complete with photos.

p.s. and yes, your appreciations make me pathetically happy.

I sometimes forget how much I love
Armadillos. It is good to be reminded.

Yes, I love them critters as well.
Down here (at least in my warm, rainy neck of the woods
on the gulf coast) we got lots.
Last year I had one bunk out in my garage for a few weeks.
I quietly snuck in a few times during the day and
found it fast asleep under my drill press.

---

I like this poem and it's resignation to life's cyclical nature. Reminded me of some old stuff I had forgotten about. That's always slightly nice, slightly uncomfortable.
I like the typewriter font and it's imperfections.
I like armadillos. I wonder if they smell bad. Once I think I saw one run-over in Texas. I was too young to know to be sad.

---

You posted about 3 banded armadillos, but get this: Nine-banded armadillos almost always give birth to four identical quadruplets.
I wanna be an armadillo baby now.

Also: They often have a bad reputation due to the fact that they are the only animal other than humans that can contract leprosy, but cases of humans getting leprosy by handling armadillos are extremely rare.

Who knew??

(http://www.nwf.org/wildlife/wildlife-lib...dillo.aspx <-- Well they did I guess.)

The cycle of life and love... poems are pretty much the only place
you can mention this with a straight face.

Nine-banded armadillos are the type we have around here. Have seen
a few babies when a mom stayed in my garage for a few weeks.
... and that would explain why I only thought there was one as
they were identical.
And good thing about the rareness of leprosy infection as I have picked
them up quite a few times. Usually dead ones that didn't make it across
the street. (And yeah, I should wear gloves when picking up anything dead.
I think I subconsciously forget because I think it's a sign of disrespect.)

Always know when one's around because they mercilessly root up
the yard. OK with me, just making a living. Besides, while the lawn
is temporarily torn up; it gets aerated, fluffed up, and de-grubbed.