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Frank O'Hara

Frank O'Hara

Melancholy Breakfast

Melancholy breakfast
blue overhead blue underneath
 
the silent egg thinks
and the toaster’s electrical
         ear waits
 
the stars are in
“that cloud is hid”
 
the elements of disbelief are
 very strong in the morning

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