Breather
a photo
of your breakfast plate –
post having eaten
all that is left are
traces, crumbs, a crust, a sliver of yolk,
arranged so
that the light through the curtains makes it spark up like a fire
as it rests on the coffee table –
a lazy Sunday –
egg sandwich, nap, channel hopping and a roast dinner towards evening
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