Breakfast

So much mystery in life
How much distance thins to air,
the month of April flattened out
on the cupboard
and magnets pressed against sticky notes
on the fridge, like butterflies in Spring,
saying, I do not know if you love me,
but before opening this door
for the eggs which your daughter insists is
Big Bird yellow,
take note of my colours
clinging to their tremulous beauty.

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