i crack three
brown eggs into the black
pan
of melted butter
and stir.
turning the heat down.
i've done this before.
so many times
i've stood here in this
kitchen,
at this stove,
with this pan,
cracking eggs. usually
just three,
rarely more.
outside the window
the seasons
have changed.
years have rolled by.
children have grown.
i reach up for the salt
and pepper shakers
in the cupboard.
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