Biscotto

This cookie,
Was shared
With a girl named Federica
On a brisk weekday morning
In Milan.

I cannot divulge the contents of that encounter,
Suffice it to say
She scribbled her details onto this napkin
And gallivanted back toward Dolce & Gabbana
On the Corso Venezia.

I embarked on a conversation
With the biscotto at our table.
And I still recall her laugh
As she sauntered away.

An anonymous confection, at a quaint bake shoppe in Milan.
Milan, Italy. 8:24 am - DK