Breakfast
spin the daylight dizzy on down and if not
then pour it out.
filling black bean cups
in the early morning hours.
eyelid liquid expanse.
a slight slender dawn lifts the tile roof
and warmth is reason and time is holy.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2013
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