Toby lounged on my footstool and my shins.
"What/s on your mind?" I asked him.
"This retirement can get boring!
It sends my brain cells soaring."
"While yours were taking flight
my mind was in a state of fight."
"What were you fighting?" he asked.
"Those black squiggles that took me to task."
"You used the past tense," he said.
"All praises, they've left my head--
though my brain is still recoiling,
it's at a simmer instead of boiling."
"what will cool you and give direction?"
he asked with sudden attention.
"I think a sketch a day
will keep the shrink away."
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| 2023-12-5_Fritter_B'fast_in_Art_Class - Sketch I |
"Toby, I see you're suddenly alert.
What does your brain-waving now assert?"
It's begone! retirement blahs, and frailty.
I've shape-shifted to Toby-Wan Kenobi!
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| 2023-12-6 Toby-Wan Kenobi - Sketch II |
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| Indian Valley Public Library. Doorway to children's section. |
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