[POEM] Baking

powdered cookieMemories are the stuff

of mythology.

I imagine the gods

as children

baking.

A nipping chill

fought by furnances

and the moist cloud

of winter cookies

from the oven.

The final touch;

a sifter brimming

with powdered sugar,

and in my wakening

it begins to snow.

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