Thoughts in the fog of waking up

Four Twenty is a sailboat,
Four Forty is  detergent,
Forever is lying awake before dawn,
Fruits are for breakfast.

Fuel is our necessity,
Filling our tummies,
Following our desires,
Finding our way to loved ones
Folding them in our arms.

Foolish
Fantasy
Frolic in the pleasure of
F   , morning, noon, or night.

Forebear the critics in us,
Free the emotion, laugh…
For next will come

Grinning, garrulous gophers,

Kent Bowker
1 October 2011