RENEWED
driver’s renewed
walked across the road
from the licensing department
popped into this odd cafe sort
of shop for a cold drink to
sort out
my thirst
emerged through the door
with a drink and
a samurai sword
(cheap mockup
but the symbolism
felt real
from a slight distance looks
like the real thing
which got
me wondering if I ever
in some past life
or, God forbid the future,
defeated by
life
did or would consider
the samurai road, as
opposed to
the stoic
of dealing with
terminal
sense
of shame
or soldier on, in the spirit
of Oda Nobunaga
or Hideyoshi Toyotomi
scything through
all set up to block
me, defeat me, stymie
or intimidate me
albeit
with cheap knock off katana
with seriously blunt blade.
