Sunday Omelet

I ate an omelet Sunday

That broke my beating heart

It was recklessly delicious

I was eating sacred art

I know no future omelets

Can possibly compete

So should my omelet-eating days

Be now over, done, complete?

Should this eternal Sunday omelet

Have been my final omelet dance

Or do future earthly omelets

Still deserve their mortal chance?

Either way, this omelet changed me

It whispered words I can’t unhear

It said someday soon, the Sunday-omeletness

Of me, will disappear

.pete rezac