Productivity is next to Godliness.

"You should write a blog." -A women I met at my new job. 

Soft pretzel on the curb, up to no good.  

"Turning into Memory"

I can't conceive of the future.

I can hardly conceive of the present.

What I can conceive of

Is fresh cut grass

And your falsetto

Lilting a tune

I didn't know

Before I knew you.

I can conceive 

Of the flow of wind on my face

At the shore.

And the outline of your body

Sauteing onions in nothing but an apron.

And the outline of your body

Beneath my sheets.

I can conceive 

Of the breath of the sun

Baking exposed shoulders

And how much cooler it feels in the shade

And how you sounded

When you said you loved me.

I can't conceive

Of who would attend my funeral

But I would want you to be there.

But I'd rather go to a wedding with you.

But I'd rather go on a picnic with you.

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Why are there no overweight pigeons? Or are all pigeons overweight pigeons?