It is syrup smothered salmon cakes
buttered biscuits and cheese grits day.
Onions, molasses, and the catch of yesterday's breeze
lay on the ceiling.
Brown sweet drink spread over ice crumbs
that fill to my preferred pink cup's rim.
Elixir is a strange healing
for any ailment or noninfirmity.
This hour a particular feeling,
radiant fried salmon cakes
perfectly placed.
