Southern Breakfast

Southern Breakfast
[for my father]

Baptist soul
on china, leaves
bait house, marsh
and silence in
the trees.

Churning this
golden spread
red clay, green
tomatoes fry
brown bacon,

Madras shorts
that morning

into baking
Sundays left
to us aging
southern men,
such cares.

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