Ink Blots

There’s gotta be something
for my soul somewhere…
In the midst of trying to gobble reserve-section books
I found a tranquilizer in
the parents

Maybe it’s all part and parcel of shelf life,
re-stocking and
replenishing.
Today I miss you, L.
p/s: Thanks for dragging me down with you & your procrastination, Benny.
(Much appreciated. Hardihar. And stop roaring my name.)