Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.
― Santōka Taneda
Every year I try
to relay beauty I see
when on my bike seat.
A warm day to bike -
picking a desolate route;
wisely avoid floods.
East side of St. Paul
then Minnesota River.
Dog on a man's boat.
Hunger and mild day
provide opportunities
wish they had been offered this
in fraternal love.
Next day: Easter storm.
Looking for friends, finding some.
Relish gifts, life's snow.
Monday: please no more -
No more snow, no more cold wind.
Bloody Maria.
Missing my family:
Duo to message two moms.
But makes my Sis laugh.
Updates coming soon -
riding virtually this year.
MS still exists.
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