He was at the breakfast table,
Sunlight angled through the window,
And I said, “I haven’t seen you
In so long. Where have you been?”
He said sunlight at the table,
Forty-dollar yard sale table,
Sunlight silent as a stairway
At the old Formica table.
Oh how glad I was to see him!
So we sat and had our visit,
Saying sunlight at the table,
Stained and lovely breakfast table.
