the air is full
of the smell of donuts
sugary sweet
my stomach rumbles
as i dream about
an apple fritter
an old fashioned
and a cup of coffee
as i watch
the ducks huddled together
beneath the bridge
running over the canal
they watch me
as i watch them
all of us cold
yet only one of us
too stupid to go
back inside
when it warms up
i am getting myself
an apple fritter
and some corn
for the ducks sitting
on a shit stained
block of concrete