Pastries

I was writing in a cafe the other day, and I saw this woman. I felt like she needed a poem

Pastries

She studies the pastries
as if they hold mysteries,
and maybe they’ll be found
if she looks hard enough,
though there’s not much time now
before they bring her latte.

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