Burning Toast

Burning Toast

Can you smell the burning toast in the thick air?

It sets fire to relaxed nostrils

The fog drifts from the toaster like a daydream on fire

It spreads through the vast house like a monsoon

It goes above and beyond but still reaches higher

Lift the lever, unplug the toaster and throw the bread away

Drink your chilled orange juice, eat the eggs

And save your remaining slices for another day


Love always, Esha ❤

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