I am struggling to find a way into these words. No THEME leaps out at me, no imagery emerges. I cannot even figure out a way to CHEAT my way in, though maybe I have, as I diligently type these words on my phone. I stop and stare at my last word, then my mind wanders as I contemplate a slice of hot buttered toast. Getting the bread knife, I unwrap the loaf of fresh cracked WHEAT bread, the result of weekend baking, my mouth watering in anticipation.

Georg’ann

Craggy rock man rolls
cigarette. LANKY body
tan and leathery. Listening
to stories, my eyes
TRACE laugh lines,
patterns in stone behind.
Wiry hair, silver and WHEAT,
halos his warm face.

Heather