The First Breakfast of Winter

The First Breakfast of Winter

We have been diminished.
Now bring out the big nouns, draped
in monochrome with books
suitably tucked.

All the eggs are cracked. 
Even the sausages mock us.

My eyes find comfort in the cornices,
ride the dado rail around the room.
You dip yours in a cup of tepid tea. 

Soon we'll wheel our sofas outside,
despite three feet of snow forecast. 
We will wait 
for the beards to descend,

hirsute angels come 
to take us away.

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