Fryer pops at three a.m. sharp
Griddle sings in midnight dark
Envelope wet in my calloused palm
Seedlings wait for morning calm
Regulars grunt, don't ask for names
Just black coffee, eggs the same
Your script climbs up cracked pane walls
Roots drink deep where sunlight falls
Wet paper light on broken glass
Each word a seed in humid mass
We read by glow of condensing breath
Life grows warm in threat of death
Grill marks sear the rye bread face
Your letter drips on basil lace
Line cook hands fold corners neat
Soil waits for morning heat
Bell dings sharp, order up, go
Tomatoes thirst for what you sow
Steam rises from plate and leaf
Grief and growth share same belief
Wet paper light on broken glass
Each word a seed in humid mass
We read by glow of cond
