snowflakes
salt pours through
the saltshaker
May blizzard —
stored salt jars
are astir
whiteout
pouring the sugar
into a bowl
the pulsating rush
of poured salt
snowy river
starry night —
white and yellow crayons
are easy to break
avalanche
plops goes the saltshaker
off the table
saltshaker
accumulating at the bottom
full moon
snowflakes…
all the saltshakers
are empty
rays of sunshine —
blackbirds steal fries
from the dumpster
sunshine
blackbirds huddle
around trashed fries
summer sunset…
fresh fries and mustard
on a plate
mustard
dripping from a bottle
setting sun
honey…
loose rays
of liquid sunshine
honey jar
at its bottom
summer sunset
sunlight…
streaks of mustard
on a decorative plate
* Sunshine found not only in Nature, but so too created by Man, can be sighted the hours before predawn and hours after midnight.
*Red-winged Blackbirds found commonly in Michigan.
floodwaters…
Vodka flows
in thickness
BloodyMary —
in a number of glasses
autumn sunset
Chi-Chi —
the bartender offers
a baby of the clouds
*Chi-Chi is a frozen cocktail
Blue Bayou —
I watch a typhoon
approaching
*Blue Bayou a combination of blue curaçao and pineapple
snow shower —
a plate of fries
drenched in salt
snow shower —
i am drowned in it
spilt salt
snowflakes —
at finger tips
salted fries
noticing
the weight of snowflakes
poured salt
such an accumulation
of sunshine…
squeezed mustard
golden sunset
drips down…
squeezed mustard
sun on the horizon…
a dollop of mustard
rises
evening sun
sitting for a while…
a dollop of mustard
dwindling sunshine
the mustard drips slowly
from the bottle
dappled sunlight
a long burst of mustard
from the bottle
salsa jars
so many volcanos
waiting to erupt
awaited eruption
a bot of salsa
leans forward
salsa
all filled jars
are like volcanos
volcanic rush…
trying not to spill
the salsa jar
from the bottle
fresh salsa spills
hot lava
Dear reader(s), I would like to introduce to you a new series in regards to my workplace observations. And let me tell you that there are many observations to be had in just one daily shift. Keep in mind reader(s), that I can work anywhere from eight to twelve hours in just one day. To many, a twelve hour work-shift is nothing. To a 41 year old who has just returned to the workforce after nearly a twenty-year medical hiatus, these hours are brutal, especially to my feet and sometimes, swollen ankles.
Pueblo, Michigan is half of a full truth. I am not going to inform you, reader(s) of my exact working location, but I am willing to say it is in the state of Michigan, obviously as the title implies. And like any workplace of this world, this place has its daily dramas, tantrums and other lively forms of visual entertainments that could be enjoyed by some and or make disgusted by the others.
To avoid legal issues, not that there should be any legal issues, this eye-witnessing observer is changing names and or deleting them completely. I too shall use metaphors when possible to explain my observation(s). Now keep in mind, that some events shall be modified to avoid any exaggerated experience (though not much by the stretch of the human understanding) or perhaps just the opposite to show some levity and or brevity of an experience endured.
If you are still interested in my daily activities, I ask you to follow along of this new series. Note also that not all these experiences or activities had shall be posted the day of. My work-hours are long, my energy wanes. Still, I am hoping to share this part of my life with you.
Sincerely,
Madasahatter
into a bowl
a waitress scoops
day moons
vanilla ice cream
so many scoops come
in the shape of a day moon
day moon
ordering vanilla ice cream
at the restaurant
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