This restless mind takes flight.
My slumbering fortune has been told.
Print of blue on paper of white.
Awakened with subconscious scheming.
Consumed with a dim sum of meanings.
A quart or pint?
These thoughts alone, I unfold.
Pork fried or white?, a hard day’s night.
Cartons of sweet & sour dreaming.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2015 EWK
(inspired by a late night nibble of leftovers)