there’s crumbs on the bench
a thin-framed tray cooling fresh
cookies from the stove.
a swipe of a damp sponge clears
away the crumbs, leaving clean.
the cookies go cold
left out too long and only
just staying soft. they
are still good, with a subtle
tang of orange when bitten.
someone ventures in,
eyeing the kitchen – empty
of any other
people. a playful hand snakes
out, grabs cookies, and is gone.
Smiles liked that one, I could just about taste those cookies.
Have a great weekend.
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