Cherry blossoms dance the light.
Brakes screech, motorcycle man is down.
Sidewalk shines red, fresh blood bright.
Hearing officer at Metro Transit says of my name-story,
"That is interesting." And excuses my parking ticket.
Granddaughter asks, "What is five squared? . . . ten?"
moving in to walking distance of thuh Zen Center seems to of boded well for your deepest reflections by which i too am blessed.
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