Fortuitous,
smellifluous
whatthehellafous ?

 grinding
gritty
bits
of coffee
and sausage
on the plate
staring at the
sun
coming through the fog

there was a great gear
of Clydesdales
Guppa guppas
on a bridge in Vancouver
or Seattle

and on the ferry
saw RED
sunset
bright and burning
in my
two
year old mind

mookie mookie
dharging down the cold
shoes
and biscuits
mothers
warm arms
and soothing voice
 crying  and crying