Between Dinner and Breakfast

A Poet's Palm

Remnants of beef and sweet potato
fall helplessly into the darkness
discarded into a kitchen bin
while the dirty-faced army
assemble in line
standing straight and tall
behind their tarnished steel weapons

And the door closes
as the light fades
cascades of water
steam against the tired
detergent battering the weary
until they shine
in full glory
like gleaming new pins stood in line

A rush of warm air caressing
against their rigidity
absorbing the last drops of water
and the door opens
to a new day
now they are ready to surrender
to bacon and eggs.

© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Free Verse

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