spring breakfast in isolation

as this dark evolutions spell unfolds a pair of silver jets fly low then sweep up high leaving behind their bridal train-- and rumbles that churn and roll come crashing down like the wrath of god-- on painted garden gnomes suet balls and seed-filled ornaments-- cherry blossom litters path and lawn beneath the constant larch and silver birch where magpie starling pigeon and even gull still visit on with wren and mistle-thrush a silver teapot nestles on my table steaming out its psychological and life-filled brew by marmalade and racks of buttered toast-- my sole companions save propped up newspaper and single cup disguise the nature of this malady-- each newsroom pundit speaks abundantly each rising digit one more human life as we continue with our distances for them to scrutinize a frazzled world