• Gary Hunter

Death by Chocolate - Dec. 22, 2021

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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