last night in lettered form

tabor up! and hot cacaolate. I've been here before though its been years and obsolete, a quickness out of nowhere. able, we banked backside as the owl. quick glimpse up crooked streets, a carve shattered loose with plied light from mist-wet posts set. side-lit, an old fashion get to know ya with trouble penning now as if no words are left to suffice. eighty years in an evenings of a few hours. hat on hat off with something stuck in the thermos lid, cued up to peel off, played it cool yet missed out on half. left, I wondered - the same.