egg is fried
sunny side up
a cup of
java rice on
the wooden
plate from
Bali
the spanish chorizo
red and shiny
beside this solo slice
of cucumber
plus a glass of orange
juice
and a cup of hot
barako coffee
and the
fresh papaya sitting
on the saucer
the glass cover of
the table
presses the saffron
mantel
the sun has come and
you turn off
the light on the
breakfast room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem