Thursday, October 8, 2015

Next Up in the Ongoing Series of Poems About the Summer of 2006 Comes This One

July 12, 2006
We were walking down the street yesterday evening

to go to the market and get some eggs and some ice cream
and as we passed the weird little pizza place across the street
the smell of pizza was so strong and fresh and lovely
golden and delicious and it’s never normally like that
There were two men walking ahead of us eating
slices heaped with veggies and toppings as they strolled
and we concluded that the scent was a combination of their pizza wafting back at us
and the fact that the restaurant must have actually made the pizza fresh for them
which is something they rarely seem to be doing in there

image source is here

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