Ode To My Chocolate Cake

By Juana Almaguer

Brown

Rich, deep, brown,

Like the earth on a spring day

Full of promise.

Each tender bite,

An instant pleasure,

Gratifying, grounding.

The moments slow and

The quiet of the morning

Comes forward.

The earth is just

Starting to wake.

I can hear the birds,

One by one, singing their songs.

I’ll linger here a little longer.

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