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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