Numbers as a musical chairs
Printed segments of a snake that leads across the pavement of our outdoor stage
Music and commotion
A parade of home confectionary delights
The sun highlighting the sweet detail
As they land on numbers
Careful not to trip, I think
As the crowd holds tight breath in anticipation
While I try to locate the one we made
I let the other kids have the carnival games, dunk tank, and the gory mash
I will sway to the music of the cake walk
Not to win
To see who gets our cake
Cake,
Like life
When it's too sweet, it's too sweet to be good for you
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