The night clicked-clocked itself away.
At last, pale light began to gray
Slippered, she crossed the shadowed floor.
cold fluorescence hums and flares.
With a rubber gasket sigh,
the refrigerator door
gives up eggs and butter.
A mound of brown
The cupboard opens with a thunk,
the china chinks and clatters.
The self-announcing toast jumps up
all ping and crumbs and scatter.
The orange sun pours from the orange juice can.
eggs break and bespatter in the black frying pan.
Glistening with the morning dews,
foreign and domestic,
beside the plates
the peeling of the plastic.