My #18 for National Poetry Month
i opened a box of crackers this morning
its packaging promising
an enchanted evening
or some such.
i am a sucker for the promise.
it always makes me buy two
one for now,
one for later
once i know what i've got.
slathered them each with soft brie
coffee next to the morning paper
i am a sucker for that too
i watched brie swim over the edges
it was a shame to lose the cheese
but the sun was moving on
birds and squirrels are suckers
for melted brie and crackers.
by evening, they sleep
© 2017 Audrey Howitt