by Caroline Whalley
Walk completed, now to eat, Break my fast, no fat free fads Two soft boiled farm eggs, gold gooey yolks Homemade sourdough, makes stiff toast. Through its holes butter is dripping Cut into fingers just right for dipping For preserves, I leave a slice Finally fresh coffee to suffice.
Day 11, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.