before it opens
and stand at the window,
staring at the cakes.
the donuts set in place,
the pastries arranged
according to creams
and icing.
there's a birthday cake
on the top
shelf, a three layered
wedding cake
on the bottom.
eclairs and scones.
cookies.
breads and muffins.
i hear the door open, the bells
ringing
as a waft of warm air
caresses my face.
the baker leans out,
and says,
are you coming in.
we miss you.
where have you been?
come in, come in,
it's early but we don't want
you to wait.
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