Friends are on a train travelling to one who is waiting

I can hear the butter in the fridge
whispering for the toast to come and find it. 
Five dry towels are dreaming of getting wet.
The sandals in the wardrobe think it’s summer.
Doorframe dust is wondering
what to say to new skin.
3pm to 4pm is a calendar month.

Carl Burkitt 2023

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