no fish in the percolator

happy to report
we are not yet out of sorts
our bodies are bustling
and out minds our hustling

and sadness is not the "river god" today... rowing in the desert
rather a memory housed and tucked away... by the new fridge location

our toes are not blue because of the cold (not yet here)
but because our shoes have gotten old (rain and good beer)

i need a bed