Martin Stepek Poems
Monday, 7 September 2020
Breakfast
breakfast is the great sacrament
holy communion
with nature
after the fast of sleep
the feel of nuts and sultanas
crunching and bursting
in the just-awakened mouth
a world renewed
an agreement reached
a day formally acknowledged
and now to be revered
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