Corn Cake Lady Poem by Dandelion de la Rue

The Corn Cake Lady


The predawn sidewalk

gray and cold

just me, just me

and a thin brown dog

sniffing at a

pile of motley treasure.

I stumble by

hoping he has

struck it rich.


But up ahead,

some warmth waves deck the

grim gray sky.

The corn cake lady

street grill sizzling

flipping corn cakes

filled with thick

and gooey cheese,

so hot, so greasy,

so strong.


The sidewalk’s warmer now,

and happier,

as I move on,

Eating half

And leaving half

for the thin brown dog.


dandelion de la Rue May 30,  2012