Tied up With String
Berry Pastries & Chocolate Crullers
I was happy to surrender. Surrender to the heat. To not melt. To not mix. To not bake. To walk three blocks in early morning sunny solitude.
Four berry pastries & six chocolate crullers.
My bag, two boxes full. Two boxes. Tied up with string.
With my hazels shaded, I walked three blocks more. Back home I pushed quickly through the door.
I was happy to surrender. Surrender to the cool. To not melt. To not mix. To not bake.
The chocolate. The sugar. The cake. Wishing to elicit a happy fate.
"Should we eat one?" I asked.
"We'll need the sugar for the work we're about to endure." I said. I pled.
I needn't say more.