Wednesday, January 25, 2012

COLD


Cold.
A wind picks up, 
and hits my face.
My frozen body
is ready to shatter.
Warmth.
The restaurant bursts
with heat,
and I take off one of
my copious winter layers.
Sweet.
Aromas of french toast,
pancakes and waffles,
waft from the kitchen.
Loud.
Clanging dishes,
sizzling pans,
and hungry customers
create a brunch opera.
Savory.
The omelet, 
stuffed with maple sausage,
cheddar cheese, 
and apples,
ceases the constant 
moaning of my hunger.
Closing.
With my stomach full, 
and the day gone, 
Away we go,
back into the cold.

by lucy

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