the finishing project

my dear web-kin Candace has arisen to the challenge of writing a poem each day for a week, she invited anyone willing to join her. wordsmith Lizzie and sweet-singing Allison have, and I too - although only four days in I can say this is far more difficult than the sketch a day, and yet, exactly what I need to stretch my poetical self.


toothache grizzle
gets us out the door
and we're moving fast
steam on our breaths,
brisk steps -

trucks unloading,
faraway the drum of
train tracks,
you inside the coat
sleepily stammering -

a bend, a skip,
a stumble even
eyes widening
nose sniffling -

at last, yes
the morning prize
bread just risen
and steaming.