It's Still Life

Breakfast at 2 Hours Past Noon

Hash browns, white pepper, salt 
And ketchup, two bright-eyed eggs, 
Basted. 
Crispy bacon and 
Raisin toast with 
Blood red jam, and 
Cups of coffee, black and hot as 
Tallahassee nights. And there’s 
White noise  
From a wall-mounted TV 
That fills the middle ground with
Conversation from a war-torn town.

And I’m having 
Breakfast at two hours 
       past noon with my son
       who turns 50 next year. 

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