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DOUGHNUT SONNET NO. 45

Stephanie Scarborough

 

I stand before the snack machine in awe

While contemplating somberly between

A sleeve of powdered doughnuts and a bear claw,

Noting all the while how strangely clean

The window is. So clean, in fact, I see

Some greenish sprinkles in the doughnut sleeve.

And then I move my eyes reluctantly

Down to the frosted bear claw. I believe

There’s something greenish on the bear claw, too,

And when the vendor enters, box in tow,

I ask why everything’s a greenish hue.

As he bends down to stock the cruller row,

“We’re using overstock from last year,” he

Said as I took a bite from my green pastry.