Fun poem today in Pennsylvania’s Poetic Voices. Here it is:

A LITTLE BIT OF A GOOD THING

You will wear purple
and I will teach myself
to bake bread.

It will take
that one part patience
I’ve rarely possessed

mixed with yeast,
flour, and water.
I will claim.

the long kitchen counter
that catches the sun
nearly all day—

we’d taken to calling it
Smokey’s perch for that’s
where she’d nap in the mornings.

No to cupcakes, cookies
and muffins, just peasant breads
with crusts you need teeth for.

I will spend my days
happily kneading
and punching loaves down—

my arms to my elbows
as white as my hair.
And the house will smell

of fresh baked bread—
is there anything better?
And as night comes on

you can join me,
bedecked in purple pajamas
for freshly baked bread and butter.