poetic interlude 2

The Decent Thing

...
Perhaps he baked pastries, squeezing rosettes
onto wedding cakes, sugaring beignets
for the tourist crowd, perhaps his grandfather
had cut sugar cane in the islands
so he licked his lips the last thing, remembering
how he chewed the fiber
to its sweetness...

bloginfo: excerpt from 'The Decent Thing' by Lynn Domina published in Green Mountain Review; Vol. XXII, No. 1