"Map #1" from 2024, paired with a hay-na-ku poem, "Patchwork" from somewhat less recently. I hope you like them:
I have
in my own
way
threaded my
own needle, sewn
my
own oats
wild or not
stayed
in my own
groove
(not to
say stuck I
hope)
though lately
there is a
certain
sameness to
it all, given
a
definite aging
that for the
present
seems to
continue pretty nicely
overall
considering how
much patchwork life
requires
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