The chairs of jellyfish
Shared chocolate
In the flower shop
By the café
They chatted away
Without any fuss for many hours

As I finished
My lunar coffee
I watched them swim away
In the general direction
Of the clover fields

It was then
That I saw my opportunity
To steal their flowers

 
Leaving a tip
I crossed the concourse
To the flower shop
But on entering
I found it empty
Not even the perfumes lingered
On the burgundy and black walls

I returned to my latex seat
In the yellow café
And ordered butterscotch tea
With marshmallows
And listened to the humming of the tannoy bees