Yesterday, Friday, I was walking towards Hal’s Office to meet my buddy Michael for our usual chat over two Americanos. I parked two blocks away to avoid a $60 parking ticket, got out with my two seat cushions in hand and began walking towards my destination. On the way I noticed an old, battered and bent sheet pan out on the curb in front of one house. On its surface were several converging cutting marks, telltale signs of the many baked and sliced pizzas which fed who knows how many people. I thought of a haiku.
Creases
bent, battered sheet pan
goldened so many pizzas
then left on street curb
Notes of the Day 
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