Cinnamon Roll

Yet another rolled gently down the snow covered slope,
through the  pure white covered with a layer of filth
forming a giant anomaly, a cinnamon roll, a peculiarity of nature.
It came to rest at the top of the plowed snow bank
just shy of the road… as I pass by.

They can only be created in the most unique spots
under perfect Spring conditions.
This is one of those magical spots
at the very top of Brockway Summit on Hwy 267
overlooking the blue sky reflected by the lake below,  Tahoe.

My mind drifts,
and a shrill harmonic whistle widens my eyes in anticipation
of the Town & Country, the “Woodie” rounding the corner.
We wait like Pavlov’s children for the Popsicle man
salivating at what is to come.

Twin oak and glass doors swing open.
Wax paper lined oak drawers, laden with droppings of
crusty white sugar frosting, slide en plein air
and we are wrapped warm in the aroma of
freshly baked yeast and dark reddish brown cinnamon.

Confucius would have understood, that life,
the pure and the filth of so many years
can under the right conditions
combine and create something deliciously new
that others might enjoy where we have been.

                                           G. Thomas Edwards