My mistake, I’ll make a new egg
Dinner is served
I eat, disgusted
at my lack of appetite
I’m starving
For the hope that’s comes
On tomorrow’s sun
Waiting impatiently
I chew my water
Watching my egg solidify
Another sunny side I let get cold
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I love the way you play with expectations for where the next line is going!
Excellent poem!