Bread

Where is he from?
(Who would care?)
The man who is sitting opposite to me
Is eating breakfast with great enthusiasm,
Which he maybe picked up from Macdonald.
(Perhaps from different place…who would care?)

I am reading a book of poetry with elegant posture
(If poetry were elegant…)
After one poem,
I watch the breakfast that is being eaten enthusiastically.
And after another poem
I watch the man who is eating impassionedly.
And after another poem
I look around the idle Saturday morning.
(If Saturday were idle…)

If I had been eating poems
With great enthusiasm like his,
Maybe right at this time,
At this garage for commoners
My book of poetry would be being read elegantly.
(if my poems were elegant…)
What a fantasy for me and/or poetry?!

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