morning poem

Morning poem This morning, sky and sea had the color shiny grey and I could see forever and saw a man and his son on the deck of big ship, eating prunes because it was good for digesting heavy food. In my childhood prunes a rare fruit was served at Christmas for the same reason, but only in America could one get hamburgers, as told by seafarers who had seen the bright lights at place called Broadway. The sky shifted color to everyday grey, it began raining and the morning show was over