poached egg

 

From the breaking point

its sterile contents drop

into the heat.

 

Yolk clings to albumen

quickening from see-through

to a modest white skirt

 

takes a tumble turn in the frothy swirl

dances in the whirlpool of the boil.

 

The poacher executes the lightest lift

a stealthy steal on slotted spoon

before the yellow centrepiece,

drained,

reaches landfall on buttered toast.

 

 


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