Playing ‘Possum

Two eggs, sunny side up, like pop
art breasts, lie unmolested
on my breakfast plate.  Outside,

a crumpled man with a crepe
paper face, and an Army cap, urging
me to be all that I can be,
gives a pigeon, playing ‘possum,
to a man in an Armani
suit, who places the bird
in a brown bag and drives away.

I pay my check and leave no tip.

Copyright 2004 by Sam Piperato.