The bread

The dough,

Brown

Thick; yeasty,

They call it strong.

 

It stands for something;

A representation

of human essence.

 

Bring us your bread

And

Salt

And earth

And we will accept your submission.

 

It is power,

It is a norm.

 

And, it is

with me.

 

On

My hands,

Palms,

drying

Crust

Of flour,

It’s alive,

moving,

Going,

Getting somewhere.

 

I am here,

My departure

Is born.

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Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

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