Retirement?

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."

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!

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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