NaPoWriMo 2021 Day #27

Untitled by Larry Mawby

i dreamt of bread,

a boule with crisp crust,

chewy interior, warm

from the bake, now sliced

thick & slathered with butter.

then, as one does,

i edited

the dream, making the boule

smaller, b-cup sized, sliced

in half for a hearty sandwich.

sandwich filled with sliced

meat, cheese, tomato, spinach,

dill pickle, mayonnaise, sweet pepper.

before i could eat,

i awoke &wrote this out,

changing& adding details.

now, i read this, seeking

special meanings in the words,

before concluding that sometimes,

bread is only bread

a sandwich, simply a sandwich


My Personal Eclipse by Mimi DiFrancesca

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