The rising aroma

of fresh bread

circles up with intent

within a tight

shaded alley

attacking the senses

of appetites

full of empty.



Like thieves

drawn to

open windows

the magic of leaven

lifts like carpets

full of magic

owning the air

with thoughtful

desires of

tasty jewels.





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