Frolic before six

I more than see you off:
we skip stones on shallow mirth.

You shower while I pour water
over the frequently broken coffee hourglass.

Dog bladder relief is achieved between 
electric kettle alternating current.

Orderly events laugh at bus schedules
whose uncertain mode demands turbo dressing.

Our strangenesses buckles silliness
onto warm enough clothes for each task at hand.

Each early communion says: here is my body.
Drink your day until the evening return.