Flora

Bacteria, yeast & fungi... best of things, worst of things. I tried my hand at painting. It was a complete wash.

My birthday began by witnessing a man fatally struck by a locomotive. The evening ended with me dawning a pair of roller-skates while making a valiant attempt at rediscovering my youth.

48 years later, I am indeed old. I certainly wasn’t born yesterday! “Tomorrow’s promised to no one.” Today forward I will live as if my future is waiting. Happy Birthday to me.


Poetry by me.