136 Main Plaza, San Antonio, TX 78205
across from the courthouse in fiesta sun;
stands hot delight, sauce well done.
a cup of tea and a side of ranch;
Willy B’s Pizza, toppings in dance.
walls of warmth, detailed with care;
for the city’s timeline, hunger’s repair.
everyone seated at this table of four;
save for myself, loving mushrooms galore.
jalapeños, boats for thick cheese;
breaded with duty and industrious deeds.
the plate next to mine, triangle bright;
with festive therapy, flavors in sight.
pepperoni rolls, lush like petals;
of flowers that sing before dusk settles.
and how could I forget sugar’s relief?
in pastel icing restoring belief,
that if we work hard to see the day through;
we can have our cake, perhaps eat it, too.
Contributed by: Kris Brown, when not eating merrily, she writes poetry, flash stories, and essays at her blog, Crumpled Paper Cranes (crumpledpapercranes.com). You can follow Kris on Twitter through the handle @CPCranes.
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