Sting and I turn 55 this year
Sugar Donuts on a Sleepy Sunday
Sting and I turn fifty-five this year,
trivia sponged from the early news.
we've survived divorce, Cold War, the Berlin Wall.
I munch sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday.
He, with lute and bass,
sings songs from the labyrinth.
Together, fingers sticky with life,
we stuff a message in a bottle,
cast it upon deep, blue water,
pray for harmonic convergence.
It is a brand new day.
Written for: "The Writer's Cramp"
Won the daily award!