Yard Sale of Thoughts

Life's sorrows are less with bread.

Before first rising,
fermentation of the sun.
Eyes open to life's conveniences;
yesterday's chores done.

After first rising,
break bread with a companion.
Time card punch down,
noonday nutrition.

After the final rise,
a toast to traditions.
The staff of life wafts
the aroma of generations.

Slashing and scoring sorrows,
industrious,
bread is trust.
Cool the yeasty crust
and swallow.

Life's sorrows are less with bread.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

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Cover Art: “Bread of Life’ Maha Rukab