poetry is its own award perhaps
said a little girl somewhere eyeing
the slice with the cabbage rose on it
I’ll take that one,please pink meltingly
its always its birthday
it doesn’t have to beg for ice cream
it just dreams it up and pouf! raspberry frappe
lime lemon gelato gelato
its always got butterscotch in its pockets
peach cobbler lunch-boxed any odd time of day
it owns the moon and the stars
what else could it want from you,
banana cream pie?
mary angela douglas 5 august 2013
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