Haven't been living in the virtual world much these days-
instead I've been in the real,
whatever that is,
and watching the garden explode.
You met this lady once before, in this form,
when the garden was young:
Well, her little patch of the garden keeps changing,
and she keeps reclining,
so happy to be part of the constant cycle
of the earth:
. . . enjoy your day --
I wish I had some more to say!
But sometimes the insanity of the man-made world is far too insane
to even provoke comment.