A Loaf and Thou


I feel it come alive

in my hands:

the kneaded mass supple yet firm,

pushing at my hand

like a muscle in my back

kneaded in the night,

fear of losing you

so huge I do not express it,


I carefully fold

just so

just so

and again,

then—

carefully I let go.

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