Poem: Cinderella Demonstrates Crepes at the Mall

Cinderella Demonstrates Crepes at the Mall

It’s all  in the temperature

of the soul, the mind, the wrist

but most of all timing,

The tune you dance to.

Break the eggs,

one at a time

admire

their perfectness,

the gold yellow,

how it can spin into a life;

the pure white of a gift-spirit.

And milk.

Ah, the kindness

of cream.

Flour is what

 holds

 in the whole

goodness.

Slide onto the heated

heart

to twist

flip a little plate

of thin life

 sweet

or savory.

What such simplicity has wrought.

By: Ruth Moose                                                        

4/1/13