Within a desire to hold warm peanut butter and banana toast

Within a longing for milk to break free the damming consistency
of such adolescent delicacy

Is a small freedom to sit in a chair the same color of old people
shoes and their Buicks(Somewhere between tan and gray)

Pulling the on button out and seeing a little white dot
expand into Looney Tune scenery

Why just last night before I left work all I said was “My
name is Elmer J. Fudd…”  and from across
the

room came a spontaneity and recall…”Milwanaire, I own a
mansion and a yacht.”

I laughed and pointed…ah yes, someone else heard one of Mel
Blanc’s many voices!

So this morning I sat in front of this screen wondering what
to do

Shall I pray

Shall I play

Shall I remember when Saturday morning was a little church
service of sorts with Pastor Blanc

Saying things that show up in my mind when I am fifty

I hear the “tune” of Looney Tunes like a hymn sometimes and
with it brings an odd sense of peace

A peace of a childlike zoning on a sun porch on Grand Avenue

A freedom just to be humored  a little and fill some files for recall

“Nayhhhh…what’s up doc”

“I say, I say, fortunately I keep my feathers numbered for
just such an emergency”

“Wabbit season”

…now is time to add some of your own in the comment section….