A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I place a thought
On my wall.
My display of ingredients
To be kneaded and churned
Into the best bread to be baked
To feed to the world.
Are the ingredients still good
Even after they’ve been covered
By so much dust?
I like to think, in the case of age,
Bread is most similar to wine.
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