Friday, April 29, 2016

Perpetually Friday


Downtown Riverside, California, April 29, 2016, 12:45 PST








This is
just like
I dreamed
how being
an adult
would be:

there would be
bright sunlight,
a cool breeze,
I’d have
a nice job in
a clean city,
and it would be
perpetually Friday,
happily
anticipating
a weekend getaway
with my beloved bride.

Just like
this photograph.

So,
then,
why am I stuck
obsessing
over

the unintended
vertical
reflection

found in the
middle third
of this scene?

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14 comments:

  1. Love... that end is just brilliant.. though it looks a lot nice than the rainy morning we had here...

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  2. It is so bright and ideal and the mystery in the closing the not quite seeable...is intriguing. Well done, Mosk!

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  3. "...how I dreamed being an adult would be...." Oh, I love that. Not quite like we envisioned but pretty great nevertheless.......

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  4. I love the mystery of the vertical reflection and all the idea of obsession implies...like some kind of wariness...right after expectant joy...

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  5. Brilliant!! Love this Mosk :D

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  6. Heehee. Perfection. Isn't that how it always is, as an adult? One more thing. And one more thing. And one more thing.

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  7. I think there may never be 'perpetual Friday.' But it always, except on Sunday, is Saturday for the retired. I'm liking that. Oh yes, I would like to put a short radio tower in our backyard, maybe ten or twenty feet higher than the top of the roof.
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  8. I think the answer is, because you're only human. We do that kind of thing. But I like the photo, AND the poem.

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  9. luv the fact that you can dream and see that dream to share. We do however, all of us carry a little bit of the child in us. 'perpetual Fridays, Gosh! well may be there is also hope in that dream, as a retiree i can consider every day a Friday should i so desire
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    i'm happy you dropped by my blog

    much love...

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  10. It looks like as near perfect a day as possible to me.

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  11. Ha! So true we do this. Spot-on introspective poem, as usual!

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  12. Haha, that's very funny....I like that :-)

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  13. We often don't allow ourselves "perfection" even if it is right in front of our noses. :)

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