Creek Running North

Pale sanyassin sulks
“These are yesterday’s croissants!
I don’t DO day-old!”

Sad espresso jerk
singes fingers on the old
Gaggia milk steamer.

abandoned homefries
wary Brewer’s blackbird eyes
the busboy’s flung rag

“Ay, pajarraco!
Pinche pájaro cabrón!”
Bird eats anyway.

Posted by: Chris Clarke
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