Broken Glasses

The sun dappled patio irresistibly beckoned pillowed pad to bedeck cement spongsbob square pant sized couch cushions leapt into field of view as a posse able a gent provocateurs silently conspiring as from azure heavenly vault sent thus busying mine hands created simple bed to cradle this loner meant as temporary escape from cares and concerns of uncertain world rent asunder by craven, frenzied, intractable, lamentable, offal, rogues hell bent on up-ending peaceful co-existence across terrestrial plane where decent folks (including this writer) live to enjoy simple pleasures donned with raiment acquired thrift-store or yard sale couture affordable dollar, quarter or cent thus bagged belongings comprise wardrobe since personal preference to expand content of body, mind, and spirit triage in tandem drinking warmth of solar rays event like manna to this *****Sapiens, who when basking pondered where time went and on picture perfect summer day pastoral symphony of nature lent removed bifocals to let photons of el sol this archetype laughingstock wannabe of Clark Kent unaware spouse surreptitiously snuck up perhaps to steal a kiss or other pent up animalistic call of the wild, which elements of huss style anathema to a convent where such nun sense would be abominable, but secular mores fervent, especially when weather fires imagination as witnessed by 59+ year spent mortal male oblivious to presence of wife until she planted buttocks and bent bifocals camouflaged by matted materiel of a fold-up metal chair which accent of Gluteus Maximus crushed side of frame wear sole pair of spectacles dent dislodging right side lens thus to see in sharp focus cheeky fate did prevent.