Morning comes
I make an omelet of spinach,
feta, and herbs
It becomes golden brown
it is the first omelet of April
so delicate and delicious!
I call a friend and she reads me her poem
I read her two of mine
Just talking my favorite
I tell her to write poems of the everyday
We talk about Jane Hirschfield's poem in
the New Yorker which she reads to me
We will meet in a week and continue
the conversation
Affirming poetry.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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