Copacetic transit

  

Blessings drizzle morning alive as the routine rolls, familiar and copacetic 

Amounting to gratitude for basic standards of existence

Not stepping on toes or overviewing the panorama, taking foul with fair in bemusement 

An obstacle dissolved 

With my violin in a dry warm velvet case next to me on the tolerable bus 

Downtown ahead in a wash exponentially gray, like Avalons seedy cloak, lumbering slowly over the ruts 

Rain carves into every wrinkle the path reminds in stacatto transit sway