— Cederbaum

Brunch at Home

The ceiling paint smelled of
burnt bacon and blue cheese.
Mushrooms danced in a hiss-
ing pan. Caught in the breeze

smells mingled, the air vent
unable to stop them.
The oven timer rang
just as I threw cut stems

from fresh lilies away.
Flowers now in a vase,
I grabbed the frittata
and haphazardly placed

it next to my glass trays.
Spooning fruit into bowls
all that’s left is the fish,
a nice fillet of sole.

Eve Cederbaum