It's Still Life

Burnt Toast

It’s late. Very late
in the afternoon when
the sky brews hollow
clouds, and air fevers

hot. Thunder bites but
it’s late, very late
before the rain streaks
soil brown as shade.

A café, we’re under
cover. Hunger calls but
it’s late, very late
for a bite to eat. We

kiss. A kiss of burnt
toast and marmalade.
We’ll wait. Wait until
it’s late. Very late.

Written for Miz Quickly Day 14 “A Cascade Poem” – Cascade form: In the first stanza it will be the first line. It falls to the second line in the second stanza. Third in the third…. Last in the last. Image from Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021