Tuesday, August 26, 2025

THROW DOWN YOUR ARMS


 Lying just like this, not arranged by me, was this arsenal of plastic weapons in the park downstairs. A momentary truce most likely, but I imagine the battle will begin again when the small soldiers appear.

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GRANDMA FLORIST

It may be soon winter, but this lady's flower stand reflects blooms of all seasons. I wonder whom she's texting.