Shaken and stirred
awake from dreams in morning blur
a cup of coffee and my ride to work
will wake me up for:
a spreadsheet struggle, negotiation haggle
outlook inbox brimming
words are processed for
a lunch-tray (shaken not stirred)
paid with office meeting
and when it ends I’m riding home
a glimpse of sky and soon my dreams again
(sleeping in my spreadsheet)
embrace my Monday recipe.
My recipe for my own prompt at toads turned out to be a little ditty in awe of Monday.