09.February.24

London’s sky

Begins to cry,

So, to the side,

Veers the ride.

While onions peel,

Hands hold wheel

And eyes trace tears’

Zigging steers.

Mind, then, wishes

For sweet dishes

With waiting peeps

By cozy keeps,

Sharing warm slices

Of biffin’s entices

As company nigh

Apples each eye. ; )