Peculiar, I thought that was coffee?

Just from the nose twinging aroma.

 I must have been in a reverie,a dozing alliterative nirvana.

And now this blustery wind driven rain convulsuses in every patch and parchment.

Dispensed with car, maybe folly but I’m environmentally inclined.

The coffee man frustrated to a degree.

“It’s your shadow acting as otherworld counsel.

Weather…. let’s say lacking a sunny disposition,

the sun has wilted like a blossoming flower in the sky. 

Coffee on an unofficial leave of absence.

The one who had this flourishing capacity for rituals and relish, even disconnected out of the blue elements of surprise also viewed the innocuous through a lens.

Life as rotating mirror driven spectacle. 

“A missing person.

Now if that is not a crisis spinning out of manageable orbits then I’m stymied?”

The coffee bod if you want to be precise just refused to believe that his ironic lapses struck again.

And his shadow had a shadowy guffaw ricochet like at its hilarity wrapped in dusty hiccup clouds.

Or being a curmudgeon the incongruous milestone or KILOMETRES BOULDER if one wasn’t being shabby and snide.