Ah, for months you’ve been my favorite treat!
At first brush across my lips, you are
Delicate, crispy and slightly sweet.
Variety! You come in every flavor–
Peach, banana, sweet potato . . .
All of them I savor.
You are weightless in my hand,
Easy to hide and carry away,
Found again in unexpected places,
But once kissed, how quickly you are gone!
You dissolve and disappear;
You do not linger here . . .
But there are ever more of you,
A seemingly endless supply.
And so, “More Puffs, more Puffs,” I cry.