B.U.D.S.

Posted on April 1st, 2009 No comments. The post is really that bad, huh?

B is for the short, stout girl I passed this morning whose gait and cocky plummage taught me why the British call them “birds”.

uU is for the dual undulating artery blockages that obstructed the mid-section of the streetcar I thankfully missed.

D is for the foppish dandy whose unseemly insertion into the lunch line was set aright by his  roti during its inaugural cut as it tossed a healthy amount of curry and karma onto his fancy threads.

S is for unsullied spring.

I know, technically I’m a couple of weeks late, but when the buds on the trees and the sprouting Crocii eclipse such an unique day, isn’t that worth noting?

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