Like a lot of things, I admit, when I am writing about Frost, or am writing about Downtown North, or Architectural Design, I am writing about my self:

after Frost “Mending Wall” 1914 and now public domain

I woke up this gray winter New England morn
And walked outside to be forlorn
although this joint be blank verse
and the year nineteen and ten and for
There were stones on your side
and stones on my side
or rocks
what rocks
Hoya saxon
Frost nips at my mustache
I shaved –this is the real me talking, 100 years later, 50 years past my death
and my copy right is now gone gone gone like Frosty the snow, Man!
Also, I recall Michael Dorris who was married for a while to Louise Erdrich of Love Medicine
and Paracelsus it was
who said
Poison?
Potion?
It’s all in the dose
dosey do.
Salty Dog Rag
I knew him
he said while doing field work
in this is blank enough for you
in Alaska that one
day
he walking outside and scratched an itch and his mustache fell off
Tom’s a cold
I shaved off my goatee and my soul patch yesterday
and said: I am strting the new year — what’s the rush — s t a r t ing — got it — with new facial here
and mending that ol’ fence.
Actually when I ad libbed this for my girlfriend some of it rhymed
Anhhow i had botched or forgotten the title
I am hoping to read this at a public forum, City Council Monday.
I like the line about “offense” or “offence” and pun on “fence”
There’s also something I had a cite on about Frost talking at
Dartmouth
about speed-up
Anyhow, here’s to you.
Brain Pickings
indeedy

yes I could use the discipline of borders limits something that blisters or wears my hands