Speaking of flamingos --
and we were, just yesterday --
here's one,
on a platter:
not quite what you visualized
but then
life doesn't always deliver what we requested.
And what,
my friend,
did the HPS --
Holy Parcel Service --
angel leave on your doorstep today?
No wonder the dog goes ballistic
when that truck pulls in:
that's always my instinctive response.
Thank God for my calm inner buddha,
Who waits,
keeping focus on the path.
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