The zebra crossing:
The road's very own barcode
Might be abstract art.
if all the teas in all the world
were laid out in a line
they'd all go cold
so all be told
let's stick to yours and mine. ☕☕
Snoring keeps the dreams
From falling out of your head:
Noisy gatekeepers.
The quotidian with just a dash of the quixotic. ☕
Now dawn's light first breaks,
Thoughtful, racing baby steps
Through bejewelled grass.
Some Argy-bargy,
But the Spanish flamenco
Wins the final dance.
Where do shadows hide
When the light goes out at night?
They hide in plain sight.
A thought is stirring
When this heatwave is over
Who'll miss fans whirring?
And we all sipped happily ever after. ☕
It grew up right here
But don't stand by the front door,
It's not coming home.