Tagged: baker’s daughter

at the very spot where

at the very spot where
sky and earth meet to
duel it out before the
setting sun, there is a
display case,
its curved glass wiped
down hourly
by the baker’s
daughter, a jeweled
exhibition –
where children and
adults eagerly
press their fingers
into the cool, refrigerated
glass and point out the
precise solution
to the day’s frustrations:
a glistening éclair
for an argument lost,
a delicate Dolce
alla Napoletana for
everything else