'Sail Boats' by Valda Fitzpatrick ~ pinterest.com
When early cheerful birds break the eggshell of morning
routinely mingle with clock’s ‘tick-tock’, - the bustle enliven me, even if I’ve been drinking only one cup of coffee yet lit up lavender candle with late regret of suspended moment…
When early cheerful birds scattered to first morning class,
the school attendant, not placid crow cowing - proclaims silence – the rain desired before, dies… leaving nondescript grey remnants in air to the discretion of magpie tales and quirks….
Along with birds
Mimicking “I’m great” pose,
I sail my smile in the air…