Breakfast wonderland
Clouds of steam rising frozen
From hot buttered toast

With eyes closed I flee
Into the eastern wind, yet -
My toast is still warm

Loaf’s fortunate heels
Spared from a toasty demise
United at last

Scrape into the sink
Constellation of black stars
A toast neglected

Willingly it meets
Its destiny at breakfast
Noble is my toast

Bakery arson
Twelve thousand slices of toast
A silver lining

Hours after breakfast
A lingering aroma
The ghost of a toast

The warm chosen slice
His jealous untoasted friends
Waiting for their turn

Chilled below zero
Superconducting breakfast
With sweet grape jelly

Thirty-six croutons
Sewn together with great care
Spicy slice of toast