We spent the morning fashioning earthenware vessels.
Putting away the groceries, we found raw data
sprinkled with quotidian delights and chuckled
over the cantankerousness of the corner grocer.
In times like these serious types make doughnut runs
which always seem to help.
Nonplussed, we are borne aloft.
Beneath us, gandy dancers skitter about
the aqueduct filling with memories of war lords singing.
