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The Year I Lived Across the Street from a 24 Hour Dunkin' Donuts
by
Edwin Romond


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Each day of each month
like Odysseus with his sirens
I’d hear pastries calling, “Come over! Come over!”
and I’d picture glazed and blueberry
doughnuts, almond croissants and cinnamon
coffee rolls, apple fritters and chocolate
scones, and I feared an international crisis
if I ever said no to a Bavarian cream.
Sometimes at night with the moon white
as a powdered sugar munchkin
I’d wake and worry there was one
lonely toasted coconut doughnut left
in a tray all by himself and charity
would demand I get dressed, cross the street
and eat him. Oh, that year of Christmas
tree cookies, Old Glory sprinkles
on 4th of July muffins, and the faith
inspiring Ash Wednesday hot cross buns
that made me thank God for counter girls
who saved my seat by the window, bakers
who took midnight requests, and for Macy’s
who sold expandable stretch waist jeans.
 
This poem first appeared in The Stillwater Review.
Used here with the author’s permission
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Edwin Romond  is a poet, playwright, composer, and educator. Now retired, he taught English for 32 years.  Just named as the 2013 recipient of the New Jersey Poetry Prize, Edwin's work has appeared in numerous literary journals, college text books and anthologies (including these shown here), and has been featured on National Public Radio. Edwin maintains an active schedule of readings and presentations; check www.edwinromond.com to see if he's appearing anywhere in your area. A native of Woodbridge, NJ, Edwin lives in Wind Gap, Pennsylvania, with his wife and son.


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CamilleBalla:
Oh, I like this, and especially the way you introduced the Bavarian creme--well, the whole poem, and I am having a taste for donuts! What temptation.
Posted 01/16/2013 02:47 PM
twinkscat:
:)
Posted 01/16/2013 02:20 PM
barbara eknoian:
I totally relate to this poem. Although, it wasn't donuts. I couldn't pass a bakery in Jersey without going in. Loved the poem.
Posted 01/16/2013 12:15 PM
Ginny C.:
Delightful poem. I, too, have the urge to swoop in and rescue sweets and baked goods that others have apparently ignored.
Posted 01/16/2013 10:59 AM
jlschuster:
Delicious!
Posted 01/16/2013 10:54 AM
marenomitchell:
Makes me remember the rushes when I could eat those sugar delights. Hmmm..
Posted 01/16/2013 10:52 AM
phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
How wonderful--how urgently human!
Posted 01/16/2013 07:19 AM
erinsnana:
I love this poem! Thank goodness for toasted coconut donuts and crullers and as this poet so aptly notes...for expandable jeans!!
Posted 01/16/2013 06:16 AM


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