Who’s The Problem?

I was lost in thought,

solving life’s problems;

Knox was present in the now

when a deer suddenly leapt forth.

Knox was instantly in fast pursuit

and I, snatched from my thoughts,

entered the present moment

and began my slow pursuit of

 an immediate life problem:

wayward Knox and the fleeing deer.

JDG

 

 

 

 

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