Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Because a friend gave me a gift

of farm-fresh eggs,
I tasted the sun. 

Then, I witnessed the sun turn into a breakfast star.

And should you ask, bacon is its own galaxy.  

Thanks, Bev.  

1 comment:


    Oddly enough the next thing happens, and of course the motley hours turn as they will. What has become of the rising heat, the hum of the bees, the splash of the ancient fountain, the burst of fair affronts known by galaxies and windblown sand?