contemplations (with toast)

there is a decadence to breakfast,
a sumptuous succulence to an early morning meal,
rumpled shirts, coffee-smell to our smiles
—we licked traces of butter from our fingertips,
leaving this bastion of comfort
with its lopsided table
and worn tile.


Age: 17, West High, Grade: 11

This poem was selected for the 2012 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Poetry in Public displays poems by local writers of all ages in Iowa City buses, downtown kiosks, and select public buildings from April (National Poetry Month) through the fall.

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on August 21, 2012

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