Kind acts are not heralded. However, they leave trails if you know how to look for them. Among these haikus, I find myself at the end of an unusual kindness as well.
That fervent heat of season and time is rushing back with the warmer weather. Yet let’s not rush the growing anticipation that Spring curates for us.
Visiting New York City is memorable, if you allow it to change you. Follow my path into the veins of NYC.
Found a lost poem that seems to match a previous post. What else did I find that one day on a swamp bank?
