112 – Lanes

A young split, an old spare,
On parallel yet distant lanes.

Black sheep,
Brought together by their efforts
To stay out of the gutter
And keep rolling.

Te pacifist discovering
A hidden soldier.
The crazy diamond shining
On the pavement.

Doing their best
To fail better at abiding
Like the legendary bath robed dude.
The bowling Zen master.

Wild and crazy, yes…
But not alone.