A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

the bacon

the bacon's being cooked
and it's real bacon. Soon to be properly
-done, laid carefully (still spitting!)
on plate,
with eggs slid on glistening
and slidey, and a crisped-up mess
of potatoes and chives. A wild-
strewn shake of salt, and that's all.
Sitting down now with plates
to a table well-laid, with coffee
and juice, and bread, and water (and Coke)
(for you), we have no sooner dug in
than finished, before the glorious smell
that filled the whole house has had
a chance to diminish. Each day,
this ritual.
Ours.
The menu may change, but the sole
truth remains: I make it all up, the breakfast,
the view (which I failed to detail - it
was beautiful, too) and especially you.
With some pains.

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