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VRL Thonger

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I'll write a poem every day, might be tiny but it'll be complete.


When I tip the hot loaf from its tin

crisp edges skitter over the stone

lick a fingertip to get up every shard

crunching morsels between front teeth

inhaling ancient hot fresh scents

rye and walnuts, seeds and olive oil

long-stored morning memories: folded giant

loaves in Teheran, slung across poles

Baghdad's women bearing flat heaps like hats

Beirut's hurrying bike-boys' teetering stacks

a lifetime's bread, the joy yeast has given:

this fragrant loaf is both mine and risen.

Day 34 Risen

Some of the most evocative smells.