Presto

The bed feels so much purrfect on the morning warm. Comfort holds like sleepy pillowed arms If I could just say "Presto" and return I'd rise to walk a beach in rising sun Dressed in might as well be naked shirt and jeans The ice of ocean water on my feet As long legged pipers run ahead and wind gusts slice through wetted skin Presto And the sheets are still as warm The pillow shape still fits my head I stand leg braced across the bow rail To watch a bluefish futile jump to get away To land and bounce behind my feet A TV Cajun cook stopped catch release plans long ago There's three filetted and chopped in egg wet sauce Two buckets neath the grill To soon be dropped into the dry and then saute as boat approaches shore To join with friends at mooring dock Supplying toasted goodness and hot coffee Buttered marmaladed croissant wedges Taste so fine Presto and these sheets are just devine