DELICIOUS

       by Leslie Clark

  I wake up anticipating some unnamed treat,
  then remember, today’s the day.
  The Sunday paper is delicious.
  There it sits on the table,
  layers ruffled along the edges
  like melt-in-the-mouth puff pastry,
  tasty morsels enfolded within.
  Slowly, I peel back the wrappings
  to reveal bright comics
  in hues of juicy ripe fruit,
  tempting store ads, 
  glossy as polished apples,
  a menu for the week’s TV,
  mouth - watering home decor,
  editorials slathered with honey
  or worded with a peppery bite.
  I sit down with my coffee cup
  And consume it all, 
  savoring until I’m full.