Not obliged to travel far today
No waiting for a train
Feeling pangs of missing out
I let them pass like clouds and rain
Half-finished shadowy articles
Reading meaning as it comes
Apparitions indicate a route
Clearly made of breakfast crumbs
Perhaps a shard of broken eggshell
Stuck to a bead of marmalade
Near the ghost of toast disposed of
Tell again how life’s homemade
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