In which we remember remember the 5-7-5th of November.

                

            nature's escapade
            cement seed awaits its chance

            springs through to fall, falls

far-off ballots cast
newspaper read, writes no blues
once more with feeling

 

           smell that pakora
           whiff of worlds colliding, paints
           my cultured tummy

morning bright surprise
rays a-wooshing down the tracks
what's this shiny stuff?

 

 

                         chocolate temple steps

                         hurried legs oblivious

                         hidden sweets for feet

 

remember when-- and
we were all glowing, going
footsteps through seasons

           cold November mist
           breathes that old migration song
           beats 'neath bending wings

groovy hue highlights
welcome to Primary Street
(dress code not enforced)

           once more o're the bridge
           Binnenalster slams the eyes
           Hamburg u so fine

leafless jigsaw and
sunless silhouette, searching
for the missing piece

           feeding feathered beasts
           squawk of thanks-- or was it greed?
           watch your fingers, Gran

 

 

marketing at best
strong and sexy takes the cake
another slice, please

           sidewalk shadows stretch
           with whimsy in their darkness
           alight in the night

Important in light of recent events:

"Silence is sometimes the best thing to do — holding a hand, hugging somebody. [...] I say, 'Don't say anything. Just hold their hand. Hold them. Hug them and just stay around for an hour or so in silence and just be there.' That's what we need at times like this, an affirmation of the sacredness of life."