Paul’s funeral was nicely done.
They talked openly about this suicide
(But not the method he chose)
And told stories recalling his lovable goofiness.
There were probably 150+ people there.
They played “Taps” and I lost it.
Meanwhile, back in BabyLand,
Little ones are dying en mass.
Why? What’s up with this horrible infant mortality?
It’s an American problem, I fear.
We have become a shit-hole country.
Love Dove’s favorite toys.
Dinner was not eaten.
The Flying Dutchman.
Sleep was not slept.
And I moved my trip back one week
And scaled it down.
I woke up crying in the night
Dreading having to take such a
Difficult and arduous journey.
I originally made the plans in November.
So much has changed.
So I simplified and readjusted.
And I like it better now.
More easy. I need that.
And no crossing back and forth
To get to Abiquiu.
Thanks must say-
Problem-solving at its finest.