Two Strudels Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Long ago
(When we, kids, went to school)
Textbooks had stories;
One was this:

“Once a man in crowd
Stood long in the line
Post office had windows
And each one a clerk
When he reached the counter
Saw clerk as timid and a wreck.
A paper flew off
Fell on the floor by his side
He picked and handed in.
The clerk looked, smiled.
Ambient changed for good.”

That smile is with me
That is big capital
I cherish, preserve.
The payback is great
Like today’s strudels
I got two for free.