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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satiety</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Macaroons and frosted cupcakes blush<br>under the shining-eyed approval<br>of the child in the shirred sundress.<br>The breath of the waiting queue is hushed<br>by a tension-melting spectacle, <br>as she is swept off her tip-toes<br>by the debonair gingerbread men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The relieved mother nods, smiling.<br>This should be the denouement: <br>The patisserie assistant slips<br>the treat into a white paper bag<br>and a prompt conclusion allows<br>bemused onlookers to share a brief<br>afterglow of benevolence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Except that, the patisserie<br>assistant is dallying<br>and the child is spellbound by <br>a new wave of possibilities.<br>The little golden men display<br>a spectrum of white iced expressions<br>and carnival coloured buttons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child's pointing finger hovers; <br>she is fulfilled by the moment.<br>The patisserie assistant kneels<br>beside the glass cabinet<br>where the men live at child-eye level.<br>She is complicit and condoning.<br>She drops below the adult plane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above them, the customers simmer.<br>The shapes and colours of sugar<br>are important to a child; <br>the piquancy of ginger less so.<br>A choice! -pink, blue, green buttons, <br>uncertain brow and a squiggled mouth.<br>The gingerbread man looks offended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next customers, finally served, <br>are understandably rankled.<br>The patisserie assistant <br>owes them at least forty-five seconds.<br>Their faces are cool. An echo<br>of the gingerbread man's mute rebuke<br>is resounding in their fluent eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later, she wraps the white plastic tray<br>of remaining men in clear plastic.<br>She reflects on the way the chef<br>haphazardly buttoned and iced.<br>If he'd spent an eternity<br>and all his artistic talent, <br>they still couldn't be more beguiling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diane+Hine">Diane Hine</a><div class=q>
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under the shining-eyed approval
of the child in the shirred sundress.
The breath of the waiting queue is hushed
by a tension-melting spectacle, 
as she is swept off her tip-toes
by the debonair gingerbread men...."></div>
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