Tuesday, January 28, 2014

We Kneaded Yeast.

In my dreams
I'm scraping bowls
and dropping dough
onto flat surfaces
once clean, now sticky.
A contagious
mound of yawning
gluten is proof
that yeast breathes.
Now wash the bread,
and bake it in because
as soon as patient
mouths are fed,
the clean-up begins.





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