Sea Monkey poem by Summer Breeze

she’s just another sea monkey
copying the cat that came before
drinking Joe and toking up
the little box in the corner
full of people chatting gaily
she’s not buying so doesn’t care
what is selling or already sold
it’s a tiny hiatus on the road to old…
a pause in the here and now
no need to tell her she is loved
manana is when things get done
…or not
when visitors come or leave
the measure is not the absence
between the present and the past
the cup or the candle
half burned or half drunk
remembers being remembered