Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.
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Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.
Lunch with L. Trying
to find his path, he asks me
for my sage advice.
with props to Bonnie and best birthday wishes
Love, like wine, improves
with age. The Bonnie/Benny
vintage most of all.
Who’d have thought? One name
mentioned in my blog would blow
page views through the roof.
Stars so sharp they are
holes in time, the past shining
into the future.
Sadako folded
a thousand paper cranes and
hoped for miracles.
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.