those moments met
in transit, couldn't be
planned. the unexpected
third chicken restaurant
yesterday only a non-
Euclidean-red-jello painting,
not smiles. only unwanted
shirts, missing busses, bluebirds
on shoulders and galactic
donkeys. the saffron'd figs
filling a lack of tea despite
all bear's best efforts.
gumbo a la carte finding
wondrous cheesy
spicy shrimp on the side.
bread pudding amidst
inappropriate childhood
movies, to washboard jazz
to street cars arriving
just in time to realize
we wanted them.
photo credit Ambika Kamath