Today is a little better.
The sun is shining and warm
and my favorite coffee shop
has macarons on sale.
I sit in the brightest window
at the front of the shop
with four round bites
of subtle sweetness
on a small round plate
and I allow myself
the rare pleasure
of indulging each flavor:
bold tiramisu, like luxury,
champagne, like celebration,
tart lemon, a mouthful of sunlight,
and smooth chocolate,
simple comfort for a heart
still hurting.
