Feb 1/28F

The wind whips
Across the yard,
Tree branches twitch,
Rattle and shake.
I have put on my
Old gray sweater with
A blanket over my legs.
I daydream of sunny
South California, Mexican
Food and Carol waiting
For me. If I could I would
Go this instant, but I
Have contracts to honor
And, a foot to heal up.
Then, I must learn
To walk again.
I am patient, persuasive,
Persistent and
Utterly relentless in
My determination to
Heal up and
Head West.
Gott will,
I zall,
Templar
For
Inshallah.