A blush colored dish
set atop a cabinet
in a house very distinct
in my memory
held illicit pre-dinner treats
wrapped in colorful foil
or candy coatings.
And my small fingers
learned to be quick and quiet,
while pinching the pointy lid,
to grab just one piece
while the coast was clear.
The cabinet has since moved,
but the dish remains atop it,
as I eat m&m's on this
chilly afternoon.
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