Abundance in San Francisco, a poem by Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa
A chocolate cookie will do,
I cannot get enough of it,
it melts in my mouth,
Oh! The mirth.
The street side cafe,
the ambiance and decor,
the strong aroma of coffee,
and the sizzling kitchen temptations.
Restrained laughter makes its rounds,
soft cream and butter disappear in a bite,
watery eyes; smirking of lips,
noise a note higher betrayed by an opened door.
A fast rotating fan,
sucks out expired irritants,
the tell-tale hum continues its beat,
meanwhile the coming and going continues.
I shall come again for more cookies,
if not for their coffee,
I am sure the doors will be opened,
my coming and going unencumbered.
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