it's 10 a.m.
and i'm thinking apples and oats
i'm thinking apples and oatmeal
my attention gingerly floats
into my kitchen and into my meal
i sit and eat
a crunchable juicy
green apple
every bite is lucid
and every bite is ample
all the troubles melt on my tongue
all the trite things are out and gone
i cover the oat flakes
with boiling water
they widen and swell
each oat is a well
some butter for softnes
and then i feel my oats
and i know -
fussing is nonsence
(c)kRu, 25.04.04