Thursday, April 13, 2017

Baker’s dozen

In the afternoon, a couple of days ago,

Just as it was starting to rain,

I planted some flower seeds. As a finishing touch,

I made some thumbprints in the dough.

When the bread is finished baking,

The sprouts will emerge through scented seams,

And quickly hide this poem.


Jan said...

These words are magical do you do it~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. If they are, I think it’s due to a combination of luck and no good sense....

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

The bread of life.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

The baker thereof.

William Michaelian said...

And enough to go around.