Rainy Day Bliss

Gary Hunter
Mar 11
1 min read

what would be a better 11am

on a rainy day than to smell

chocolate-chip cookies being

pulled from an oven

one chewy, chocolatey, melty

bite to awaken your missing bliss

and that first swallow to slip into

the hot tub of your tastebuds

in a dog-eat-dog world

that would be a found steak

pulled off a dinner plate

and swallowed in rare joy

same closing of eyes

and indelicate enjoyment

same hungry wolf

in the same covetous soul

for man

and man’s best

thief of a friend

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