A peek here, a peck there,
A nudge for words gone astray.
A pinch when no one is looking,
Yesterday was an apple fallen and eaten the same day.
The hopping, the tripping, the strolling, the shuffling,
Vanity made certain pride never lagged too far.
The creep of the night was that affectatious doughnut,
Who stole a spot on the phoney pants after all.
But the highlight of yesterday remains unspoken,
To find the meaning, or seek the truth.
The dilemma of making the split second decision,
To be the cold, jittery coffee hands,
or the warm, sleepy heads in the lull of wine.
This is how I (will) feel about yesterday,
Today, tomorrow, as a yesterday in revision.
