You left in a rush, The last thing I remember; Coat tails in the wind.
With a yawn and a stretch we start Observing piles hither and yon Making a mental note Of that penny on the floor Giving me the heads up
It seems like the point In between dream sequences Is the hunting hour A searchlight for the intangible Spear-heading the idea that It's time to get up again
Soft drizzle outside, Replenishment essential; Now comes the downpour.
Love is flakey crust, Hand shaped in the round pie tin; Cooling on counter.