We tacked against the weaving crowd
washed forth from winds of whim.
We carried to the corner buoy
comprised of doughnut king.

The handbag quickly winched inward
the crew leaned hard about
and felt the foam of frothing cups
from cappuccino’s spout.

We raised then lowered shopping sails
of green and golden hue
controlling all the outmost ones
our victory pursued.

Then finally we hit the straits
our destination clear
ahead the electronic doors
and onward without fear.

We reached the line of milling cars
where parking space was saved
to draw aside the waiting car,
in victory parade.

© G. Burns 29-Dec-2012