I want to sit at a table with you
Eating toast and jam
Sun cracking through the veil of fireplace smoke
Pour me another cup of coffee
Read the paper
Spread the jam
Crack the egg
Your socked foot rubbing my leg
Quaint, safe, cottonball dreams
But I am gluten free
And I hate eggs
The paperboy’s job was outsourced long ago
And wood smoke is banned
Time is faster now
A cartoon snowball
Each rotation down
The ever steeper mountainside
Increasing in size
Stop!
Stop the impending doom
Children still ride bikes and defy time
And dreams are still another paradigm
In which we can still reside
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