A white feather,  Alone  Blowing through a Target parking lot,   In the desert.    A saucy Irishman once told me,  He found them after his sister died. They were stuck in grass, Or doing cartwheels down the road,  Snowflakes from an angel just beyond….

Every city has a place all-nighter, regulars direct from central casting occupying the same seat in Seattle as in Newark, two cities never visited but I have been there   you want your hash browns crispy coffee potent, in heavy mugs (no cups) bacon crunchy…