The Corn Cake Lady
The predawn sidewalk
gray and cold
just me, just me
and a thin brown dog
sniffing at a
pile of motley treasure.
I stumble by
hoping he has
struck it rich.
But up ahead,
some warmth waves deck the
grim gray sky.
The corn cake lady
street grill sizzling
flipping corn cakes
filled with thick
and gooey cheese,
so hot, so greasy,
so strong.
The sidewalk’s warmer now,
and happier,
as I move on,
Eating half
And leaving half
for the thin brown dog.
dandelion de la Rue May 30, 2012