poets blog on

there is a site called "poets who blog".
mine could be "poets who carve wooden spoons from wine barrel staves".
now though, a bigger problem ,,,
i am home alone and keep expecting the phone to ring.
it won't for a while, M is still on her way to Seattle.
i checked the mail ... the mail box, that is. No mail.
at five in the afternoon the day is wonderful.
no idea what the temperature, but warm enough and still.

concern is passwords for the computer.
i am too cleaver inventing passwords. they become novelties that i create and hide..
time passes, sometimes years before i stumble onto a novel password i made, however by now i don't recall what i made the code word for; consequently, where it goes, did go ... is obsolete now?




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