Saturday, November 19, 2022

poem

 Display Cake

Mid November and it appears

the world has once again

powdered itself in sugared snow


Winter is the shimmering dessert

prominently displayed in the front window

of the amber lit bakery on Main street


It remains there untouched

uncut, untasted, a hunger 

arising for its blank slate


Spring is for the chewing

the unleashing of suppressed devilry

the tilling of crusted modesty


The churning of all that delectable desire.

Now we repose in quiet contemplation:

the marvel of this made thing 


11/19/22

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