Sourdough #6
A poem by Samuel Louis Spencer

Sourdough #6

Did you get the loaf I left
bereft at your door step?

Did you slice it with the knife I cut you with
that time we tried making dinner?

Did you taste its sourness, the power
I infused with each laborious fold?

Did you lick your finger tips, eclipse them
with your tongue; that moon of a muscle

waxing for crumbs and honey. I know,
it’s kind of funny, but, really, did you get the loaf?

About the Author:

Samuel Louis Spencer is a Tampa-based writer and journalist. He enjoys the outdoors and recently learned how to bake sourdough.

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