Poem: Bread
Kind remarks from the baker
a line of poems
remembered over years
now crossaints
delivered to the door
with pastries and other charms
reminds me of Cushman’s
homestyle bread—lots of texture
not often desserts among the nine family
more likely Jello with sugar, milk
but we always craved
the richer sweets
baked in some distant town
now you produce
France, Italy, Portland
now we seem to have the money
for those
you collect from the rich
to give coffee and rolls
to Mollee Gray
easing pangs of hunger
the need for caffeine
a lovely person you are
adding to human treasure
of lobster town
we hope when we pull out
of this are borne disaster
people will gather
at your café
smiling and joking with the tourists
eating old style baguettes
having a good time that
only flour, butter and sugar
can produce.
Kendall Merriam, Home, March 21
Listening to Phyllis’s footsteps in the attic.
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