sunday at the park
marketa surprises me
with a beautiful
chocolate chip cookie, fresh
from the bakery
after finishing our shopping
we drive to the park
with cheese and apples
and the bccc
after the cheese and apples
we stroll
saving the treat for later
when later comes
the cookie is not to be found
not a chip, not a crumb
~
it reality, it was no mystery
marketa, distracted
left the cookie on the counter
after she paid
since we drove across town
to the park
a lot of stop lights
we let it go
the disappointment was palpable
we got over it
enjoyed the park
didn't miss the calories
i remember leaving ginger candy
on a store counter not so long ago
Poetry by one trick pony
Written on 2026-07-12 at 20:10
