August  6,  2020

TRANSFIGURATION

Go figure.
You want me to be different
than I am -  but you don't really
know who I am -  so tell me who
you want me to be - or as I suspect:
as you would want me to be.

Go figure.
That's what I did and that's how
I figured out what you really want
of me. Come up with a proposal.
Present me with a before and after
description and I might say, "I'm trying."

© Andy Costello, Reflections,  2020

August  6, 2020 

Thought  for  Today 

 “You never get a second chance  to make a first impression.”  

Will Rogers

August 5,  2020

YELLOW:

BANANA OR BUTTER

Yellow:  a good  choice for a favorite color.

If one needs to place two volunteers to win

that contest: it would be wise to place  a banana

or a rectangle of cold butter before the judges.

Or how about butter on a baked potato or on six spears

of roasted asparagus or on a slice or rye bread toast?

I think those two could beat red as in strawberries

or purple as in plums or blue as in blue birds.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

August  5,  2020 

Thought  for  Today

“Poetry  is  the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.” 

Maxwell Bodenheim, poet, 

quoted in Ben Hecht’s play, 

Winkelberg, produced in 

New York, January 1958

August   4,   2020

SWISS  CHEESE

One chair backwards, 

one hat backwards, 

three people talking 

at a kitchen table, late 

at night, swiss cheese, 

rye bread, some thin, 

really thin, sliced ham, 

pickles, 13 grapes, I 
counted them, the right food, 

the right time, the right 

three people, good cold 

beer, a conversation 

that changed everything – 

finally.  It was about time. 
It was about longtime friends. 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

August  4,  2020 

Thought  for  Today 

 “August  is a wicked month.”

Edna  O’Brien [1932-  ] 

Title  of  a  novel l [1965] 

Irish  Novelist  and short-story writer
What is that about? 

August  3,   2020

FETCH

He expected his wife 

to be an airlines attendant. 

It was as simple as that, 

but it took her a while 

to figure that out – maybe 

because that’s what she 

wanted to be as a young girl. 

Getting him this 

and getting him that: 

a pillow, a magazine, a snack. 

He: never to give, 

always sitting there 

ready to receive. 

She: never to sit, 

always ready to serve. 

He: watching her walk 

down the aisle. 

She: smiling, the last one 

to fasten her seat belt 

in any turbulence 

in the space of their life. 

That is till one day she said 

to herself,  “It’s time for me to 

quit my job and take another flight.” 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020