Pancake day, 18.
(Nighttime poetry #3?)
A perfect circle of yellow delicacy
gazing
up to me from the plate, saying
"hey, it's okay, I understand,"
but I don't
Where do you come from
what is your story
friendly pancake
please make me
understand
me
I have waited so long
but how can it be
why did we meet in this place
this is not a place
for pancakes
But there is something different with this one
at the core
when I thought I knew him
his heart had something else
for me?
"Mr. Pancake, what is wrong?"
no answer
from the pancake
simply
a pancake
but he knew
and when I tried
I found he was but a simple pancake
with bacon.
"Stop prejudice now" by Ellie, to be found in my poem collection very soon.
Ellie out.
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