
My last five posts of 2017 are reruns of the five most viewed posts on this site during the year. This one appeared in June.
How to Do Nothing
First you must wash the window to observe more clearly
the dandelion seed heads bobbing in the wind. Next,
announce on Facebook and Twitter that you will be offline
for the next two days, if not forever. Heat water for tea.
Remember the bill you forgot to pay, and then cleanse
your mind of all regret. Consider industrial solvents
and the smoothness of sand-scoured stone, the miracle
of erasure. Eliminate all thought, but remember
the water. Hitch a ride on a Miles Davis solo and float
away on a raft of bluesy notes and lions’ teeth,
and wonder how to sabotage your neighbor’s leaf blower,
but nicely, of course. She’s a widow with a gun.
Now it is time to empty yourself. Close your eyes.
Become a single drop of dew on a constellation of petals.
Evaporate, share the bliss. Stuff that dog’s bark
into a lock box alongside the tapping at the door,
the phone’s vibration, the neighbor’s rumbling bass,
and the nagging, forgotten something that won’t
solidify until three in the morning, keeping you awake.
But don’t ignore the whistling. You must steep the tea.
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“How to Do Nothing” was published in Volume 4 of Steel Toe Review, available for purchase here.

Same sentiments–different imagary; although yours are clever, imaginative, true and stout.
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Thank you, Linda.
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“Imagery”
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😀
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wonderful
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Thank you, Beth.
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Yea– don’t bother those widows with guns (as I am one) they are touchy. 🙂
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Excellent advice!
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Reading this makes me wanting to drink tea! LOL
Brilliant and witty.
Love this, Robert!
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Thank you, Sherrie. I hope this finds you well.
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Love this one! Poetry as structured wit. 😄
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So pleased you like it. Thank you.
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Brilliant, and like above now I want tea!
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Thank you. Hmm. Tea is sounding good to me, too.
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I think it’s not the drinking of the tea, but the steeping. Great poem, Robert.
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…..mine is a Harley man with a gun. Now, on to a haircut a car wash some honest sweat at the gym ….
~ Clyde Long via mobile device ~
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Thanks, Sarah. Yes, it’s the steeping.
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Beware the Harley Man!
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Robert — This sings to me…less distractions, more inner space. A comforting cup of tea is just the thing. Thanks!
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Thank you, Susan. Distractions abound!
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Beautiful that’s all I can say 💖
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Thank you, Anita.
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Beautifully expressed wit
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I’m good at nothing… 🙂
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🙂
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