Sourdough
This old farmhouse kitchen
could tell its thrifty tales
of hard times, making do,
making bread from nothing –
snatching life out of air…
Snatching life out of air,
she turns wheat and water
to ferment by the stove,
and molds it with her hands
into tart, golden loaves.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2011
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