Eight spheres of canvas sky
Placed upon cold granite
A colder surface refused to exist.
Silver spoons, plastic measuring cups, and
The oven hot
It was peach cobbler weather.
1/4 cup of sanded sugar
Packed tightly like wet beach
But there was no ocean around.
Another quarter of something sweet
White like the snow that never falls.
3 tablespoons of petals from saguaro blossoms
And flakes ground into
Chestnut colored powder.
Grand Canyon shades
1 teaspoon of sunshine substance
Tropical illusion, yellow sheets ablaze.
More than the month of mid-July
The atmosphere might as well have been
Wrapped in red
No buzzer to end the sweltering
No timer to ding
No door to initiate a humid escape.
The star churned cream
Approximately 90 servings.
The carbohydrates and calories
Always ran high