number 8

food & thought
Over easy eggs, two of them, cracked open on a square white dish with slim, real silverware, a pair of bacons, another of toast triangles, some melon pieces -- trapezoidal and huddled with purple grapes -- all staring at the orange polenta spooned out in the opposite corner of the plate as I sat on the cold porch of Old Europe drinking good coffee in my jacket I ran back to my car for, staring through the wrought iron fence there between patrons and those marching or shuffling down the sidewalk I read Fred quoting Luke, "...or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, who are evil,..."

Good Gifts
Our fathers are evil, but
still they hear us, relinquish
their true hearts, dark eggs, with love.