__Eight years ago today, this was posted on WHW.
Tiger swallowtail, a butterfly; the new, the old.

tiger swallowtail
floats on this old suns breeze
the flowers

The pound / number sign,  was hand written before the invention the typewriter and its keyboard. What is a typewriter_?

crossroads
in technologies jungle
hashtag

__This Cinquain was originally posted on 10/27/2010, it may well fit today.

Cold hands,
blood of worry 
flows true from yours to mine.
When this crisis comes to closure,
warm smiles.

__Silly perhaps, but one often wonders to where... moral reality has gone. _m

__I was a ten year old Cub Scout aspiring to become a Boy Scout, when I asked my Mom and Dad if I could begin to carry a pocket knife. At that time we all knew and valued the differences between tools and weapons, the hammer,  a saw,  an axe,  or a knife, and on and on, and on. In a short period of time,  I was given the nod from Dad and Mom, and received their approval to carry that tool; that was sixty-four years ago.

deep questions
in the forest of the young
a broad trail

__I became that 'Scout' and carried my pocket knives through these many years.  But now, as things are in the "crippling days," before I leave my home place, I'm sure to set my pocket knife on the 'dry-sink'... pedantically I leave it home.  Paranoia seeps in, as I'd not wish to be seen using that tool,  then replacing that knife to my pocket.  I could easily be charged with the feloniously concealing of a harmful and deadly weapon. Paranoia sires Pedanticism!

this trail narrows
in moral reality
history lost

__Other pathways;  carried pollen that recreates, the steeping of honey. 

sun dried blooms
they dart to sweeter blossoms
honey bees

__On all days, but simply noted on this day -Independence Day-,  better tomorrows to all that guard. _m

independence
supports our strength of union
each guard