Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Monday, September 28, 2009

Half Baked

Regarding a Toaster:

From which, one time,
fierce flames propelled
and licked the crumbs
and frightened me, much;
A toaster which,
having satisfactorily
countless slices
(wheat and white,
rye and raisin)
thousands of miles
and several years apart,
returned to California
to retire silently
and without warning.
Amid a heap of orphaned crumbs
I stood, bewildered,
clutching a piece of
not-quite bread
and not-quite toast.



Pauline said...

Death of a Toaster. Sigh.

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Pauline, yes it was a loss :( I love toast and tea! It's not the same.

Pappy said...

Excellent subject matter and your talent for stringing words together make for a most excellent poem. Pappy

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Texican, thanks :) I owed the toaster a word or two. It served us well. Seven years.

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