Not just the bread the wine, too – the full deal. hardly revolutionary now Behind the whisk of batter, whack of eggs splash of milk, stain of grape juice financial austerity on the radio pop-hackle-sing of hot oil snow falling faster and faster outside I’m thinking: bread, wine, access. hardly revolutionary now I’m thinking of the year 1530 and I am still the Pöbel, the rabble, the 99%. But this document said yes, said both. I hear yes in the kettle-keen, in the citrus-sting and every sharp blessing I taste and take for granted. still revolutionary now
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Kristin Largen says
What a great reflection! I appreciate the creative insights.
Marjorie Stelmach says
What a fine poem! I love the sounds: whisk, whack, splash; pop-hackle-sing; kettle keen, citrus sting. Luscious.