Croissants - July 22, 2024

the pillow of bread before me

which came from a rock-hard

seed you’d break a tooth on

                        my shih-poo - bread loaf sized

and lamb white  sourced from a dark-

furred predator with 2-inch canines

that gleam in the dark

and me – the poem-a-day guy

living in the bleakest of deserts

formerly of the endless rug of

upstate NY forests with nothing to say

I’ll say that

interesting things happen

when a dry idea

licks its lips