Thursday, April 4, 2013

Rain out the Bakery Window

Water rivulets snake down

spring leaves, leaving each leaf as a small globe--

I can see the world in those miniature

crystal balls that witches use to intercept

good. I'm not a witch, but want to make good

mine. There's knives in my belly that need

dulling. Good rounds out everything, even the sharpest

edges. These are not the knives

I need to slice lemons, 

which I do, each morning, at the bakery, to squeeze

and boil with sugar for glazing

more than enough good for a belly. 

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