at Brunetti’s

cake 1

there’s a sparrow
in Brunetti’s
on a fly-by

but the cakes
are locked away

pofiterole

the tables
are free of crumbs

even children
chase the morsels
that might get away

profiterole mountains
are like Buddha’s
chocolate coated child

birthday greetings
are a flowery script
swirled
onto white chocolate slabs
for a party
and to go

the coffee
is as black
as night

I think
I see my future
in bubbled runes
that coat the side
of my bespoken cup

it tells me
I’ll be back
tomorrow

cake 2


© Frank Prem, 2017

July 2017 Poem #10: for your (Brunetti) birthday (lucky Lyndon!)

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