AT THE EMBARCADER0 in Postcards 4
- Feb. 1, 2019, noon
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- Public
Left to Right: The old WPA Civic Center, two Holland America ships, and the Midway.
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I cough, and cough again
covering my mouth, my chin,
once more not sharing
my germs, an old fashioned word,
with the world out there.
I’ve taken my pills,
here a giant pile and there
two smaller piles
then two sprays
feeling very virtuous
with my four hours of sleep.
When I look up
outside
I see
there’s sunshine and blue skies
telling me that I am not
going to die today.
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- Himself: Feeling pretty good at last.
- Myself: Marginal. Fat. Eye doctor at 3. G is driving me.
- Photo: MGB
- Reading: More Brandsetter.
- Gratitude’s: That I can still see.
Last updated February 02, 2019
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gattaca ⋅ February 01, 2019
I loved hanging out in San Francisco's embarcadero (so many years ago).
Of course, Tucson hasn't got one of those.
Deleted user ⋅ February 01, 2019
I would hope not !! You must be feeling bad today ? Rest up !
Zipster ⋅ February 01, 2019
Yes, a brief sunny respite from the rain. I hope the coughing passes soon-I am still occasionally doing so.
aunty EM ⋅ February 02, 2019
Hope you feel better today.