Past Repast Reflections Or Sitramble Solitude

looking up into an after breakfast blue morning sky at a rapidly fading wind brushed skeletal sailfish floating as high as I'd like to be Half cup of cooling coffee beside me on the patio table Beside the freshly opened green stained pool That robot Guido is pulse eagerly cleaning in One trapped corner. While rebelliously ignoring The greenest section of the shallow end. Such fixated repetitive robotic persistence once conquered the known world Hence the name Guido. The sun beats heat into my seated back As all the colours of early summer Stubbornly resist their urges to pastel Flowers have waited through many cold wet days To colour this morning in brightness Even Breeze pauses in rapt admiration This still life masterpiece is broken by the sound of filtered falling water and of course the songs of birds I drain my late beloved mother in law's favorite cup, now mine, And reluctantly leave these momentous reflections