King Holly slowly bends the knee to King Oak with a mutter under the breath "Just wait".

A line of conversation said to me
"How would you think it would
be living with your father?"
Opens a small door of reverse understanding
that my father has feeling towards
me as I have for my sons.

I enjoy driving in the snow
yet
I drive slower than many people.

This just in.

Prostate fine.
Doctor ruefully contemplates
career choice.

Allium sativum

Removed from a small bown paper bag,
last years garlic in march,
bulb dry and papery, two poles
slender elegant, flat and hairy.
Crushed with the flat of a knife
sticky, slippery , sharp, smooth white.

It's a little messy.

Tyranny is the single feeling,
richer to hold both contentment
and suffering side by each.
Happiness and struggle in the same breath.
Despair and renewal dreaming each other.