By the dawn’s early light
breaking news can break your heart.
But the heart grows by breaking
into chamber music. Breakfast is
buttered lemon by the sun.
Humpty-Dumpty broke into a yellow scramble,
then reassembled as omelet, as amulet.
Today has never happened before
with this morning’s minion
until now with its bulletin from the East.
This light through yonder window breaks
more urgently than ignorant misspelled tweets
giving songbirds a bad name. Together
we break bread, break into song,
decontaminate the air with random grace.
The newspaper screams yesterday’s news
which broke like waves on the beach
with enhanced interrogation of the shoreline.
Today we go for broke.