It's Sunday morning. It's bright and cool, the sort of fall morning that makes the world's problems seem like fake news. Peter and I are at the Marriott Courtyard, off campus. This morning's breakfast is Peter's 19th birthday present to me.
I'm redorkulously happy and surprisingly hungry. Somewhere, in the noisy, happy sounding kitchen, there's a bacon, cheddar-cheese, tomato, ham, green-pepper, and spinach omelette being convoked in my name, and my tummy is growling in anticipation.
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I think I find some non-physics 'problems' in these lines: 'He looks up at me through his bushy, brown eyebrows, 'You took AP physics one and two in high school? ' He asked. 'Yeah, ' I confirmed, 'but this problem is throwing me.' ' So, are you a physics major?
I think the verb tense used in stanzas 3 & 4 is past tense and I think you use present tense in others. I will read more and check more carefully.
Has anyone ELSE in this world refered to an omelette being made as being CONVOKED? Ha! I doubt it. : ) bri
I've not read the poem yet, but I DID read definitions after it. Thanks, anais! I like 'redorkulously', have never heard of it till now, know the two origin-words, but will probably NOT add to my vocabulary. : ) bri
So, will you pretend that YOU solved the problem, not Peter? I hope omelette was redorkulously yummy. bri : ) 3 1/2 stars, call it 4.