Breakfast in Krakow
For a moment or two,
I watched her
from across the table
opposite me
and there leaning over
her shoulder,
I saw a vision of some
young woman
whom I used to know
so very well ..
Indeed on that singular
occasion she
was smiley and golden
which clearly
reflected, in the deep
yellow yolk of my
breakfast eggs benedict ..








This reminds me of when I get a weird dream that I actually remembered! lol
I always wonder where did that come from. No vodka, no nothing.
Just my mind being dramatic. Lol
Bless you my friend .. Next time, try a double .. Neville
Cleverly penned, Neville. Was you possibly seeing double? lol. I don’t drink anymore, but I know the vicinity all too well. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Cheers, what more can I say other than a big THANK YOU .. Neville 😎👍
Superb work.
Many thanks T .. N 😎👍