My Christmas present this year is a trip to Barstow. Sixty trains a day ply the rails. Refrigerated trains carry goods from California valleys to the east coast. Amongst the throttling trains, my artist’s muse refills my spirit for another year’s drawing.
Fudge Brownie
I lift you to my chin
And crumble you upon my palate
Moist and decadent
A desert not a snack
Fudge Brownie
I think I’ll have another
Better Not
Dessert photo by Jon Sullivan