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Sunday Diner

April 6, 2014

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Sunday Diner

Somewhere, waffles beam
from a plate that gleams
white as the Milky Way.
A pat of butter sits fat
as the noonday sun.
A waitress says “Hon,”
as if it were
a benediction.

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Here’s a poem, 6 for six in April (ha!), for Kenia’s “Sunday” prompt on With Real Toads.

Real Toads is very thoughtfully providing daily nourishment for all those poets trying to celebrate National Poetry Month through self-flagellation. Check it out.

Once again, pic is not quite right, but I haven’t had time to do new ones this month, so in place of seated elephant, you’ll have to imagine waffle, waitress, butter, maybe sun.