A poem about being grateful when good things come your way, rather than thinking that there is some hidden agenda or dire cosmic motive.

Would you like some toast?

Could you be an imposter?

A spider crawling up from the drainpipe?

The scraping of the knife

as it butters the toast?

Could you be an imposter?

A remnant of a toenail clipping,

left on the floor,

piercing an unsuspecting heel?

Could you be an imposter?

Why was that toast offered?

How was it offered?

Out of politeness?

As weapon of kindness?

Purely a pragmatic gesture?

Is it safe to assume you would decline

if I offered you toast?

レモンバタートースト / lemon butter on the toast by yomi955.

 http://www.flickr.com/photos/yomi955/881531299/

Could you be an imposter?

I offered you toast!

No need to get flippant!

No need to infer any motive!

Just toast!

Just toast!

Just be grateful!

Be grateful when people give you things.

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Comments (7)
  • ken bultman on Sep 8, 2009

    I get it but I still prefer a bit of strawberry preserves.

  • lindalulu on Sep 8, 2009

    Good one ;)

  • Ruby Hawk on Sep 8, 2009

    mark, another good one.

  • sweetcheeks on Sep 8, 2009

    I’ll have some toast with apple butter. i liked it

  • Daisy Peasblossom on Sep 8, 2009

    Um…did you wash your hands before you buttered that? :)

    Good write…good point.

  • lillyrose on Sep 16, 2009

    great meaning to that poem, I liked x

  • clay hurtubise on Sep 20, 2009

    Raisin bread, please!
    Thanks,
    Clay

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