~Arizmendi~

anything they do

is like poetry

little pieces

of love

smells like almonds

and baking bread

a hippie bakery

long hair

and lazy

hope

when people

were nice to people

I waited

for you

on a half wooden

boat bench

that had been covered

from the rain

making it look

more like dappled sun

in the forest

some quiet

in the chaos

I bit into

the Ricciarelli cookie

the only only real

Italian thing 

in the cafe

I decided on

hoping it would be

the perfect coffee cookie

to have for breakfast

in the morning

and it was

soft 

and sweet

chewy velvet

in your mouth

melts
scattered
sugar

I can smile

again

laughter

balances

the days

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~