spontaneity- first thought best thought

The morning came in with an apron on. Like a boss it walked- Candid and etched in lace.

A silver burning sun is a magnifying glass- a Science we all agree on.

Collapse in the afternoon and leaf through a magazine. Worship the gentleman on the sofa-

Lies and truth weave around his lips.

A concert is in the air but out of reach.

A Lieutenant in a hotel room is hiding from the press as violins swell. He's eager to find his bride.

Read all about it while crowding the brick. Stomp on stairs and put a floor to the mop. Hop inside a half open door- it's bell is missing.