monday poetry train


monday poetry train no 11

dividing the stale crust
they reminisced
remembering the taste of
fresh bread

the scent of yeast rising
in a dawn’s quiet mist
soon the smell of bread baking

decided to live
frozen fingers
dig deep
harsh frozen snow
pursuing hunger’s flight

wearing a white lace slip
writing letters to a
faraway soldier
hunger never seizes


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