Standing in
front of my toaster,
I considered
how things really work.
How did the
mind decide on toast?
Did it store
“now start toasting”?
How would a
far advanced extraterrestrial ,
Armed with
knowledge beyond human understanding,
Respond when
confronted by a toaster?
What does it
do, how does it work?
This morning
I carried my Kindle
Into the
kitchen, to read as I made toast.
I pulled a piece
of bread
Along with
jam and low cal cream cheese.
Opening the
toaster,
I set the
timer for twenty minutes,
And started
to insert the bread,
Before
realizing something was amiss.
My black,
nine by six, kindle
Was half way
into the toaster.
Unacceptable!
Even with
very tasty jam.
I thought
about the books,
All those
words, melting,
Running down
the screen.
Would
something explode?
My friends,
I trust you share
The idea
that, like an uninformed alien,
Choosing
between the bread and the Kindle
Might reduce
itself to the question: How would the jam spread?
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