Soft
warm
fluffy
fresh-baked cinnamon rolls for a quarter
Must get in line early
brunch is only twenty minutes long
History
almost over
and then that
soft
warm
fluffy
fresh-baked cinnamon roll
Southern California winter morning
cool sunshine
the shaded quad
tall pine trees sit silent
a brief respite for chat
and a fresh-baked cinnamon roll for a quarter
Sticky fingers
sticky notebook
not enough napkins to do the job
Southern California winter morning
cool and bright sunshine in the shaded quad
Should have worn just a sweater
no need for gloves
though some thought so
A half pint of chilled milk
in a tiny carton nicely washes down
the fresh-baked cinnamon roll
Five minutes to go
until that blasted bell
and Algebra
The bench is cold
and wet
People walking by
books and things slung under
their teenage arms
Must get to class
Cool air
cool sunshine
now warming my coat
and my insides
The bells rings
time to go
must get to class
the old and cold classroom
and algebra
It’s cold again
inside
Tomorrow
brunch in the shaded quad
with the silent pine trees
and the cool sunshine
and the people walking by
and the chat
and the soft
warm
fluffy
fresh-baked cinnamon roll
for a quarter
Must get in line earlier next time
