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  • It's been just over a year since I first started the loosely connected series of stories that I call "Forest Park Tales" and have collected as such.

    I was reminded of this by the appearance of the hibiscus flowers in the park, now in full flower.

    This period almost coincides with my time on Cowbird, begun only a few days earlier.

    So a year has passed, a year of stories, observations and memories.
  • Of these, how many came into full flower?

    How many remained as buds,

    Or stuck, unfurled

    Rolled papers,

    For a cigarette.

    Without fire

    Or even smoke?
  • Some, not all.

    I've had my share of blooms.

    And for that,

    I am thankful.
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