Slow breakfast

The crab rolls were tasty
As they lolled off the dog's tongue
Full of sassafras and goat's milk
In cream rhymers of thyme and sage
Worlds of contraband dance
Surrounding oceans of seaweed
Before the nonce reunion
Of sautéed prawns buttering shrimp
The last of the saline ships at arbor
Drips of ivy pyramidalis
Washing shores of sand to clay
Remolding figures to drip
Weathered bake love breath
Ships sang and sank
Generations of recovery
Old made new seen through
Shadows of foolish ways
Ringing those distant bells
Washing us home
Drifts of song leaves laughing
Fluttering wind chimes
Silent lesson
You know
Awake
Slow breakfast

Denis Streeter  6/29/13