CloudMan and Yellow Bear (T-Shirt renewal project)

October 2, 2013

Tom Jones is singing “Green Green Grass Of Home” and I am sipping some hour old coffee. I always liked it when he sang “there’s a guard and sad old padre“. I sip a little more. Just while ago a Carolina Wren sang me a wake-up melody– screechy and bright.

A lot of things are going on lately. A lot of calls and I am meeting new people. Last night I met a giant dog named Walter. He licked my pants. Have you ever riden in a hot air balloon?

Fall is moving in. The dust is in the air over the hills from the traveling circus. The wagon wheels clopping through the red-brown dust. I ordered a couple of my t-shirts and doctored them up– a little white for the eyes and red ’round the lips. I need some fresh clothes. I have decided I like bright colors. I need some new shoes with new laces. I had to bury my old boots. They fell apart and were to sad to look at anymore. (like us?)

Last evening I ran fast for the first time in a couple months. My left hip hurt deep inside. I saw a flat snake. He was upside down in the road. The neighbor boys showed me how they could do backflips off the raised garden beds. Like an old man I yelled, “Y’all be careful!”

I had a festival show last weekend. Instead of walking up the main aisle I prefer to skirt around the booths and pop throught the midway just in time. Sometimes I am that introvert that lives his life outside. I see a box of kettle corn spilled out on the asphalt.

When will you touch the green green grass of home?

– kyle