the lazy beast
furrows in a wrinkle in time
scanning the multiple universes
for second thought
and breathing in
and exhaling deep smiles
of downward expectations
and meandered revisions
promulgating a time/swerve on
a mortal plain
pushing aside his eggs and bacon
reaching again for dark roast with skim
milk and wondering about the barrista's new glasses
"ah yes Wisconsin. The Badgers"
he sighs and a great paw swipes at the bacon