The Daily Poem

PUBLIC EYE

The public eye turns right and left

   With roving hungry bite,

   Oblivious to day or night,

Its image-eating ever deft,

   Absorbs each lethal sight.

A need as deep as chocolate cake

   Spurs on unblinking nerve,

   Imagining the swerve;

(The blood its wine, the flesh its steak)

   The feast it must deserve.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 281

Modesto, California (Clarion Inn at 1612 Sisk Road)

Quintain Stanza

Journal:  Read I Corinthians 15 over coffee with Mimi (our morning ritual).  Then paid bills together in bed, including Florida property taxes.  Ouch!  Downtown with Mimi from noon to three--she at the Chamber office, me at the coffee shop blogging, then ran a few errands: post office, video store, and Town Crier.  We both rescheduled a few things and left town on an impulse to go visit my brother Tom, who has been after me for several months now to come up and see him.  I promised him I'd be up before Christmas.  I've been driving for eight hours.  Made it here to Modesto, 400 miles.  Mimi & I brainstormed about our trip and listened to Christmas music on the radio wherever we could find it.  Stopped at In&Out for dinner, then Starbucks later on.  It was hard driving past Hwy 198, only 30 minutes from my girls. but had to press on.