My breakfast sandwich

Whole meal bread, lightly toasted,
a sliver of butter slowly melting
into crumbs of the future.
Green, crinkly lettuce a
foundation for a feast.
Beef pastrami with its shimmer
of pink and tinged transparent blue
surrounded by speckles of yellow,
red and green seasoning that
falls away into cling film as I lift it.
Sliced white onion, thin circles
of eye watering taste that grow
smaller and smaller towards the center.
Juicy red tomato, pulp and seed
exposed, dripping, mouth watering.
Each layered one upon the other
awaiting the peak of the sunny side up
egg whose golden yellow yolk will burst
and flood.
Crystalline white salt, a peck is just enough.
Finally, the Prince of Herbs, black pepper
ground from the mill to dust as garnish.

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