Bowl Of Eggs Poem by Naveed Khalid

I bring you a bowl of eggs,
boiled in the morning's pure serene,
and a mug of tea without sugar,
You'd take the white for more protein,
and separate the yellow as my pale heart,
outspread with autumn leaves while you walk
in the garden for fresh air, for today's politics.
The sun on your back holds a myriad stars
to the breakfast table, the chair, the bed,
a green-leaf-boat of fealty's Apollo at my door.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, September 05,2011 4: 14: 32 PM