A tin of beans

A tin of beans for breakfast
In the safety of my car
Under a tumultuous dawn
Where you wonder
Who you are

A fine blue sky apparent
And a sheath of gold and cream
Where two hungry Kites are circling
In what is a sun laced stream

An ever changing vista
Missed by the masses who
Still snuggle tween their sheets me thinks
The sky becoming blue

With flakey creamy islets
Of cloud brightly on view

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