peering in,
a cake stares
me down.
a two tiered chocolate
cake
with icing.
i begin to shake,
my mouth waters,
i see the baker in there,
his tall white hat,
white apron,
an old friend.
the pusher man,
he's winking, he's waving
his hand,
he's whispering
we've been waiting,
come on in.
come on in.
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