246. Brunch 

Not quite breakfast, nor quite lunch, a Sunday morn is made for brunch. We cooked a beautiful brunch last weekend, a delightful menagerie of salty satisfaction and sublimely saccharine sustenance. I wrote this haiku about brunch. 

Amongst friends we rest, 

The weekend is not quite dead,

Monday, still a ghost. 

(Eli Woodbine – Canada, Toronto, 2016) 

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