A cup of yoghurt,
wild blueberries,
raspberries,
a scoop of Cindy’s preserved plums,
and of course the fresh peach
that pops right off the pit,
each a spoonful of silent friendship
warming us,
like the cup of spice tea
still hot in the pot
beneath the blue cozy.
This is our second breakfast—
First we sipped the dawn.
