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I eat Winter for breakfast
I EAT WINTER FOR BREAKFAST

My feet crunch cornflakes
on the floor.
My breath pours milk
into the air.
My face drips with honey
from the sun.
My fingers turn to toast
inside my gloves.
My voice clatters like a spoon
into the street.
My cheeks are jam-happy
in the wind.
My nose nibbles nuts
before I sneeze.

I lick my lips as I try to talk.
I think I’ll eat Spring on my next walk.

Dom Conlon - @dom_conlon
I eat Winter for breakfast
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I eat Winter for breakfast

Illustration for Dom Conlon's poem 'I eat Winter for breakfast'.
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