Bread Day

COVER the dough
I CRAVE the work 
I enjoy the result
Crusty, golden CURVE

Georg’ann

Independence Day

In the Hamptons there’s a shortage,
not enough imported MELON 
for the holiday weekend. 
Each one comes from Japan,
costs four hundred dollars.

On the other coast masked 
men with military vests, guns
handcuff a man selling barbecue
at a roadside stand with his wife. 
Chickens splayed along a SPEAR
Placid face silently accepting, 
put in an SUV. He’ll be deported. 

In the midwest we WRITE 
of bread, seasides, friendship
while feeling outrage, despair.
Attempting CURVE toward hope.

Heather