Sidewalk Café
Eggshell fractures, the unsullied yolk slips
into the frying pan.
I don’t hate you
on Saturday morning,
a mug of coffee between my palms,
I drink it without sugar.
A transient pokes through a trashcan, unblinking
finds a paper cup, shakes & drops it, empty, in the gutter.
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