tooth and gale...

pagnotta di pane

at the table

mostly daydreaming

I rise with it

pondering its scent

as a psychic developmental

part plush toy rag doll blanket secure

part cloaked intention photograph

part glass mouth stealing my soul

listening in between

my inhales and exhales

the silent and roaring

histories of my breathing

coiling and uncoiling

civilization upon civilization

under the electric candle lights

of my telomere cities

conscious cell upon conscious cell

births to spawn and die

past every fat Tuesday masking

parading basking in praise

yeast to water, salt, sugar, oil,

grain, milk, heat and time

Modena on my mind

aceto balsamico

narrow winding roads

with a stone house

and hillside full

of every season

steeping bay leaves

in my tea waiting

for the bread to shine

EJR ©