Donut Earth

Imagine, out there: Donut Earth,
a ring with sprinkles, icing, mirth,
the scent of coffee fresh each morn
and rarely hints of hurt or scorn:
a pastry world with no hard core
revolving calmly as people pour
more sugar over all they eat
and say each day how life is sweet.

Donut Earth © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 16, 2019