A potpourri day of flying bits propelled by a plump sleep’s spell
like a witches incantation, eye of newt mixed with chicken broth,
a bought book long-sought no right-minded would buy on a no frills schedule–
a leisurely dine on organic inspiration packaged in creativity’s cellophane–
a culinary conversion,
the bonding built on a daughter’s refined gustatory and intellectual tastes–
a car-ride, stool-side, angular conversation,
a juggle of pockets: dream, work, Rx, plan, execution, to-do, and vitamin D.
Promise pokes a gut-tickle brain as runners aglow recounting prayers of pause rush by.