Learning By Doing, But Slowly
Verses roll like dough- mix, kneed, taste. You could
say what's wrong: nails tip tap the countertop,
but I play my way to ready, a touch
more sugar, another egg. Cut cookies
from each stanza- No. Thrown away. Decide
to make bread. Heat butter in my hands, spin
eggshells towards the trash not in, let dishes
pile up until you shaking go. Greased pan
meet oven. Yes! the rising lump. See how
yeast and hope are interchangeable? Cool
then cut through the thick crust for the soft heart
savor the scent of rhyme on my fingers.
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