Tuesday, April 17, 2007

flowering cherry, less, changing language

Half way up the hill, a massive flowering cherry spreads its white clouds of blossom and disperses its amazing scent.

Can I help you? I doubt it. I doubt it.
Is there anything, in particular you were looking for?
There was, but I have forgotten what;
A troubling need lurked, but is no more.
You are fortunate then, and richer for having less.

In an office I overhear: '"How are you? " "Good, thank you!"'

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