Periwinkle sky,
A backdrop
that supports the clouds
that spread like sourdough bread
Stretched out
A bread to brake and share with friends
My mind drifts like the roaming clouds
Curious about the storefront
A store located, the one I want,
A Carrier of needles and stitch
A method of repairing regretful words from the past
Regrets sticking to me like stale cigarette smoke encircling
my space
An intrusion of memory
Coughing in the damp air
Am I able to repair
The past words lingering
And stalled in
The twilight fog
Once words tumbled from mouth
No longer a moment to retrieve and pull back
The carpet aisle
A regret throughout me
Like Swiss Cheese on the Ruebans
You used to make
with sourdough bread