When travelling, a book On breaking a journey “Expresso please”... thence to wander wondering window shopping away.
Yesterday, a door opened and in I went
There, wide of brim with it’s egg yellow middle I see, painted upon sky blue two simple childlike yellow beaked pink and pretty birds ever chasing, just one white cloud.
Valley destined bought, lovingly packed and mine
Sitting, cup held full whence came my thought to make this a gift I ponder why then keep it sound to sip from, mine hand painted and washed this once in bright thought*.