This poem was written by Richard Troy
It was late
I was hungry
I set myself to cooking
I awoke to find myself in alarm
the stove
my cooking
topsy-turvey
all appeared it had been on fire
but
it was only then I realized
the flames were not about the eggs
instead
I was what was engulfed in flames
of love
and
I was completely consumed
...Dedicated to Cathy...
RtLH