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Astrid Alben, from Ai! Ai! Pianissimo

Poem for Breakfast

It's raining outside.
The stubborn forever kind
like a door just slammed.

After all you can't tell the rain
to slow down or speed up any
more than you can command

someone to inhale the space
between the streaming drops
or the no wind to ebb it along.

Meanwhile you boil two eggs
for three and a half minutes.
Precisely.