¿Hola, como estas?
knees on the couch
on a sunday afternoon
watch your sister bo, nine now
cross the cobbled street
glare glinting off the window
your mother, reading beside you
always a little surprised
by your excitement.
bo and elise, nearly adults
allowed to walk on their own
to the bakery after a spanish lesson.
what you would do to be like them.
later, you beg your mother
for the same lessons.
they bring you a pastry
In a small paper bag
With a pink face and hooves,
and a small curly tail.
the taste of marzipan
is the taste of childhood.