Morning

Life is a pair of fishnet stocking,
clad in a bright leather mini,
trying, to escape attention.

Life is a piece of wash cloth,
soft, soaked in bubbly foam,
streched in hand, back and forth.

Life is a slice of french toast,
covered with confection,
full of flavor, ready to be savored.

Life is a fragment of a song,
swimming in the mind, time after time,
back from the days, long since forgone.