Sunlight flings across the parking lot onto
the apartment building
diagonal from us.
I watch as light drips down the windows
like the freshest egg yolk.
It’s dinnertime and inside, on the 5th floor,
I am making pancakes
listening as the egg cracks
watching as the yolk sinks into the batter
So-long to this winter day
to the sunlight now removed from
the hours we sat inside reading
Three horses gallup in the dim living room
as I whisk the runny pancake mixture
and outside the sun drips all the way down.