Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Poetry Cavalcade 2009: Poem 17
Yeast
Strange science, this is
The warmth of the board
The sweat on my hands
The sugar THEN salt
It all has effect.
The yeast, these small beings
React to my mother
They're still getting to know me
And flour-mess shirts.
Only two lifetimes
Betweem me and the Framers
Dough rolled out on wood
That... that still feels the same.
