What a DREAM: a SEEDY bagel, a cup of a good coffee BLEND, and to UPEND all expectations, a breakfast companion who has been a FIEND, now turned dear friend

Georg’ann

No amount of SPICE could have salvaged
the stale mushrooms,
fried in old oil, tasting like fish
how long had they been sitting
no crema, no fresh veg
brown nuggets on greasy tortillas
sprinkled with corn kernels and a few strands of wilted cabbage.
So hungry and TIRED
We stared into space, no energy
to converse, not even to complain
A small street bird did delight
unsteadily flying from an uncleared table
with a chip as big as himself.
Impressive to watch him WEILD such bounty,
pecking tiny bits once he landed
by the sandwich board
listing the summer cocktails.
You ordered the peachy rabbit
I went for the Flame of the FIEND

Heather