Food Apparition

Liliana Grace Valentine '25


The hardiness of the crust

A taste that will never rust

That bittersweet scent floating

High up to our noses, now fading

And yet I can’t resist

The conversation, that none can test

An apparition now gone

Drum to the beat of this alone

Let it slowly rise as it bakes

A line of cakes

That beautiful, sorrowful scent

That none can be spent