Atomictumor

I was outside just now, getting ready for the big get together later today, when I heard this flat crashing sound come from behind me. It sounded just like a bag of trash hitting the ground. So when I turned around there was a Wendy’s bag busted across the drive way. I’m going out there as soon as I finish this post to clean the mess up.

Last week we went up to Cedar Hill Park so the kids could run around a bit. I’ve always sworn by that park, even when some other Tumorites disparaged it. No, Cedar Hill is good, I’d say, because it’s got big Oak trees and a small field. It’s got a castle sized play structure. Wow.

Then about a year ago I found a condom. Yep.

Used.

Broken glass, too.

But I didn’t give up on Cedar Hill until last week. That was when we found two condoms, wrappers and an assortment of trash. This is disgusting.

Highland View is now my park of choice.

Backyard Mosquitos
Don’t steal the shine from these days
With outdoor cookouts

Comfy temperatures
Affect my whole demeanor
Not too zen of me

Was a short summer
I didn’t pay attention
Not that I mind much

What else do I miss?
In the blur of the fast life
Seen from the slow lane?

Are these years of work
Worth all the years of wanting
To get your time back?
True, theres just one life
And five senses aren’t a lot
When you have bills due

But wheres that forest?
All I can see around me
Are just these damned trees.