Ode to a Croissant
Meal maker of morning.
buttery gold
flakey pastry
a warmth in the air,
scenting the kitchen
like a Parisian bakery.
A Dali-esque artwork
concocted
from crumb and layer.
Is it a crab or a slice
of moon?
An air-kiss of a word.
Pocket patisserie
in Boulevard St Germain.
A Venice morning
with apricot jam.
Continental cabaret
for breakfast.
Food of the gods
or those who know
how to take each moment slow;
summer mornings
eating al fresco
sun melting in mouth.
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