After two nights held indoor
a drinking glass upturned
upon a darkened sunroom floor,
some sort of spider was released outdoor
the storeshed at the far end
of the parcel I’m addressed to.
The spider soon had burrowed down
into the rain-soaked grass,
and emptied of its legroom
there appeared a pair of mushrooms
in the window’s drinking glass
to which some purpose might affix to
like a tonic or a smoothie,
but the thought had promptly perished
into little sense, if any.
Then I made a cup of coffee
and popped two vegemites on toast:
so typical of where my days progress to.
Maekitso's Café 