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AprilDawn May 2014
Griddle sermons

Would you like
some philosophy
with those fried eggs ?

Free advice
cascades like rivers
of fresh juice
greasy story tongs
lift crackling sausages
upon serving plates
dressed with buttered toast
jam-packed with
social commentary
a side order
of cautionary tales
dished out hot
regales
patiently gleaming forks
awaiting their reason
for being

What’s that burning smell?

Someone asks

breakfast sizzles onward
undeterred
arrival time –
indefinite.
When we lived  with my parents for a few years last decade...Dad  loved making Sunday breakfast.Crepes  specifically.This  got published   in my college lit mag and it won third place in a  poetic  contest.

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