Breakfast

Thu, 05/06/2021 - 14:15 -- Dori

The egg on the skillet asks you for more salt

You do this without hesitation

The salt releases a bit more joy then you'd like

But you like joy and joy likes you

You always wished for more of it

On sweet soft mornings when no one called

When stiff dark nights held you

Joy is your blanket

And tea

The toast knows this well

It springs from it's press

It reaches for the sky

An excitement you long for

It always has

Similar to the waffles

And unlike the fruit

They sit in their coolness

A calm joy

Plating all of these can keep you

Full bellied and puckering

To not topple over is the challenge second

To manage your plate the first

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