Mom and I march the maze of Baywoods
as every shade of white passes
snowy milky frosty
hoary sugared
salty silvery
blanched
most hair attached to some frown
of anticipation Sunday Brunch
we arrive to the mixed smell
of ancient perfume and bacon
hear the bee-hum of voices
and shaky hands rattling plates
they hurry because there is always
a bums-rush to the dessert table
sour cherry pie
lemon-chaser cheesecake
and the eye-glazing favorite
a dark chunky pudding
piled high with whipped cream
death by chocolate
Mom and I march the maze of Baywoods
as every shade of white passes
snowy milky frosty
hoary sugared
salty silvery
blanched
most hair attached to some frown
of anticipation Sunday Brunch
we arrive to the mixed smell
of ancient perfume and bacon
hear the bee-hum of voices
and shaky hands rattling plates
they hurry because there is always
a bums-rush to the dessert table
sour cherry pie
lemon-chaser cheesecake
and the eye-glazing favorite
a dark chunky pudding
piled high with whipped cream
death by chocolate
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