Wet Cookies
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“Wet Cookies,” New Era, Feb. 1990, 51

Wet Cookies

The setting sun dips slowly

into the lake,

Like a chocolate chip cookie sinking

into a glass of cold milk.

Big and round, each makes its descent,

catching the eyes of all.

Then God reaches in

and pulls out a sunrise.

Why is it that all I get

is a wet cookie?