[49 words]
While questioning
yesterday’s breakfast
she asked eggs
for an answer
they could not give.
Toast stood guard,
silent as toast
tends to be.
The eggs
would not escape.
From the cup
coffee steam rises
like a melody,
summoning the sun
to her table.
She’s lost interest
in her interrogation.
Mark J. Mitchell has been a working poet for 50 years. He’s the author of five full-length collections, and six chapbooks. His latest collection is Something To Be from Pski’s Porch Publishing. A Novel, A Book of Lost Songs will be published in March by Hstria Books. He’s fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Dante, and his wife, activist Joan Juster. He lives in San Francisco where he points out pretty things.
