Stop and Shop
Breakfast is upliftingly ordinary.
The groceries we have not bought lie about
on store shelves, loafing
like breadwinners after a week of hard work.
Still, in the dairy aisle, it is winter.
A box of eggs poached fluorescence through slits in the cardboard,
but it wasn’t enough to stop them from cracking.
They are taken to the loony bin.
Off in the boondocks, the shredded cheese
awaits the hand of God.
God is a mother of Poughkeepsie
High School students. She shall deliver the cheddar
into the warm embrace of a tortilla.
How in spring
life does lively bloom.