back to nature

three eggs are cracked
of the brown
dozen.
the lettuce is already
brown,
just ten minutes
from found to car,
to here.
the bread too, is stale.
hard
as toast.
I turn the apple
to the unwormed side
and bite
down.
I look out at my small
square of yard
and imagine
alfalfa, a chicken,
a tree with fruit,
a cow.