Photo by Heather Barnes on Unsplash
Slide back in the kitchen,
Stoop down small and listen,
Someone’s coming;
Sugar, flour, candles in arms,
Salt, grease, and some charm,
Strawberries running;
Safe to say the path is clear,
Steady, no time to spare,
Shadows spinning.
Stare to the left and right,
Surely we’re all out of sight,
So, take off;
Silence all the way through,
Security forces had no clue,
Soft coughs;
Stop, re-check the route,
Surely, it’s sweet as fruit,
Succulent and soft.
Someday we’ll share it all,
Stories of a birthday ball,
So, for now;
Sliver the strawberries on top,
Surely this job could be cropped,
Sitters, please bow;
Spare some icing for tomorrow,
Sealed in the bowl we borrowed,
She’ll grin.
3
Share
Comments (1)
Love this!!!