Monday, December 3, 2012

Poem: "Bread" by E.J. Mudd


Bread
By E.J. Mudd
Mix flour, water yeast and salt.

If the phones rings, don’t answer.

Your fingers are a sticky mess.

Let dough rise in a nice, warm place.

If the phone rings, don’t answer.

You’re creating.

Knead till satiny. Divide into loaves.
If the phone rings, don’t answer.

You’re sculpting.

Bake in hot oven till crisp and brown.

If the phone rings, don’t answer.

You’re in aromatherapy.

Take out and eat a piece at once.

If the phone rings, don’t answer.

You’re in heaven.
Panis Angelicus.

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