For C. (foresee)

elated
to wipe the slate
Clean. i
am always
Erasing. i
caught you with chalk in hand.
no balk, just talking the talk,
making the Bread.
the Baker with powdered fingers,
leaving fingerprints.
a smile,
awhile.
another final stand.
one of the many in writing a life.
words are words
culled for culinaries
the Evidence
we give to one another
they are the rind,
the thin crust.
a scumble on
Truth
is. Nothing had to be said.
we were just proving our point.
the bulk of what was
is.
the Body,
is in
the flour ground,
the sugars,
the season of salt.
ingredients
in gradients,
the chiaroscuro of flavor.
the things that make me believe.
telling our stories.
ears near
the Locus.