Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Poem: October 16, 2019

Beer Bread

Simple is good
and where we come back.

Mix the dry ingredients,
clicking through the sifter.

A white-soft mound of
flour, soda, salt, sugar.

The empty surfaces of
work. Nothing ornamental.

Glass bowl. Stir in the beer,
turning from foam to dough,

and roll it into a loaf pan,
pour over the melted butter.

Bake for an hour in this
yeasty glow, and you know,

you'll smell the gold and
there you go. No grace notes

no riff, just straight melody
and nothing to improve upon.


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