senryu cluster April 15th

 Race...

the great instrument

of confusion

pruned shrubs, when did i become such a cynic

no lover, across town summer temps arrive much earlier

well-done steak, another shift another bout of misanthropy

pansies: this frustration of approaching summer and allergies

old wheelbarrel—can't make heads or tails of life

artsongs by Wolf: my toast a bit burnt this morning

androcentric society—losing myself in honeysuckle and dandelion seeds

tribal masks: discovering expressions i didn't know existed