the feathered pillows
may be swimming with the wood ducks
in another life

You were corn flakes straight, father, and I am still honey flavored Cheerios.But life is more than breakfast. Today it seems like a little pick-up I'm driving to work, honking my horn and settling old dust. No, that's not true. But kicked up with the dust is a brocade of dead leaves, gold-brown like corn flakes.