Meditations on Toast
from your friends at the Toast Council
The color of burnt amber...
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Plucked from the campfire to join a plate of hard-scrambled
eggs...
You sip steaming coffee
and hear the gurgling
mountain stream
rush past you in
golden dawn
flannel, denim, a jagged boulder for a seat...
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The crunchy comfort,
sitting in an easy chair by a crackling fireplace
with a book
at dusk...
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like childhood at breakfast with your icky brother ,
flinging butter from a knife across the table ..
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Toast