Someone left the bread in the oven
Shaped and pressed and scored by nimble hands
Well-muscled by the work
Fluid-fast by the skill of it.
Someone left the bread in the oven
On the last bright day
At the end of a southern summer
Watching clouds climb up to spread and loom.
Someone left the bread in the oven
While the sky broke open
Lashing down gods’ ire and hot ash
Until the whole of the roof blew off.
Someone left the bread in the oven
Giving in to feet that itch to flee
Slapping cold against pavements
Running into blind panic.
Someone left the bread in the oven
To go black, cracked with heat and sink with age
To wait against time, against odds
To be found one day in far flung future
When someone chips away at the bakery door, shouting
Someone left the bread in the oven.
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