Going Outside But

rain dispenses wet ants and

mucky leaves, seems nothing is

gloomy as autumn drenching;

and discouraging; cheer myself baking

bread; measure flour, yeast

warm water set to rise; then wouldn’t you know the

downpour drops dead in the middle

and a cold bright sun comes out

but you can’t just

chuck a loaf halfway through;

I wait until it is done

slice a giant slab and butter,

so good I have another,

finally ready for my walk buckle on shoes

open the front door; oh gosh already too dark and

bitter for a walk;

tomorrow I better go outside

first thing.

About Karen To and Fro

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