Hour Two: Sausage McMuffin

Sausage McMuffin

I still haven’t finished my breakfast sandwich.
Now it’s cold.

Do you know a cold sausage McMuffin?
A ten year old memory.

Crusty, no longer soft.
Just dry and crumbly.

Congealed grease
Little blobs sitting there staring at me.

I don’t remember what I was doing ten years ago.
Maybe writing a poem.

No matter.

What matters
is today.

No, not today.

What matters is this moment.
A deep breath.
Soft fur.
A loving joke.

I take today,
this moment,
and toss rest away.


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