Not doing a prompt. I'm in the big city and there are places to go and people to see! Instead, a short something-or-other poem of no particular form with as many words/syllables per line as a darn well want!
Our last night in La Manz Pedro brings us lobster.
News for sommeliers—
lobster goes perfectly with margaritas.
Yesterday we drove past primavera,
each branch an elegant gold bouquet
against the great blue bride of sky.
|Today sky hides its blueness behind rain clouds|
instead of primavera there are daffodils.
Same yellow. Same sky.