this is where bread starts
and boys hide in lofts
above the promise of seed,

this old girl perfumes
dry hay
and spilled milk,

her makeup is mud and splinter
her dress burlap
her wedding ring barb wire
bracelet is rusted chain
bull rope necklace
and she hugs all
who enter,

she knows damn well
nothing grows
without her mothering.



by Denny Kolakowski       



Bud Gibbons, Bread, oil on canvas, 8 x 12 inches. From the collection of the artist.