Saturday, March 6, 2021

A croissants and eclairs kind of morning

 

 

awakening
today
on a saturday
and somehow
unlike other days
for someone never usually
remembering 
most of the time
 
dreams that is
 
this time
this morning
 
in the early fog
somewhere between
sleep and consciousness
 
a pastry shoppe
filling the dream space 
with all the noise
and commotion 
and old world charm
of France
 
aromas of coffee
and pastry sweetness
conversations on surround
tables full
the hustle bustle
of the old painted door 
opening and
closing steadily
oops here comes another
newspapers spread
laptops 
and linen bags  
 
the murmuring of early
as friends meet
as orders are announced
as patrons leave
with arms full
 
the daily of this
taken for granted
 
but for me
standing there 
mesmerized
eyes wide

beyond the glass
croissants and eclairs
madeleines
covered in hazelnut
the macarons
lined up
like spring tulips
in the field

butter cookes
and lace cookies
and the little signs
describing
other goodness
never before seen

requiring a simple point
and a nod
to purchase

and now wondering
what was chosen

and then
how in the world
to stay there

but morning calling
and dreams tossed
like the covers

only a sweet beckoning
remaining
 
and thinking of the day
like a pastry shoppe
in France
 
there is so much
to choose
that is good

today

 

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