Bread,
you rise from flour, water, and fire.
Dense,
fragrant,
you are shared by all —
and all who hunger
dream of your shape.
From A Poem A Day: Latin America


Bread,
you rise from flour, water, and fire.
Dense,
fragrant,
you are shared by all —
and all who hunger
dream of your shape.
From A Poem A Day: Latin America

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