Backstage at Pizzeria Regina

They were tossing in a new one about every 30 seconds.
Spin out the dough, slap on some sauce and slam on the cheese.
Blammo, into the oven they flew.
Those round circles of tastyness.
"Next please! Who's next!" the front person would yell.
"A slice of cheese please, and a Poland Spring" I replied
A slice of heaven was carved out of the pie and handed to me.
Money was exchanged for the privilege of the meeting.
Still hot a bubbly on the paper plate as I walked away.
Out to the stone steps I went to savor the taste.
My camera was now tucked in my bag to avoid any spillage.
I placed my plate down on the cool steps.
I opened my water to cleanse my palate for the yummy treat.
It had cooled a bit and was ready for its journey.
The tomato and the cheese and the crust combined in my mouth.
And I must say that it was good, real good.
All too soon the life of my slice ended.
It had made its trip through the kitchen to the front to me.
Gone it is now, but not forgotten, my little slice of sunshine.