Light Breakfast Poem by Midnight Clarity
Light Breakfast
There's something about toast.
Rich fertile scent
of baking wheat.
staff of Life
awash with melted butter
golden ooze against
against the fingers
flinching slightly from the heat
that softens cheese
sliced all translucent
a trace of protein,
bad food combining
second to the symphony of rough
of smooth
against the tongue
a blend to feed
and satisfy
when washed down
with lots of tea.
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4/24/2024 7:50:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely, that'll do for me as long as you chuck a slice of bacon on it. Regards Steve