a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Fresh bread

Poem is a fresh bread in street
At evening when sun is a boil.

Sun is fresh bread in morning.
Its taste lingers till after noon

As tar is fresh laid from a fire
And  mixer is hot sun on boil.

Poem is gum boot near ankle
Fresh from snake-black road.

Ankle is knee-deep poem tar
And just back from liquid fire.

Mixer whirs like earth on boil
But liquid tar smells as bread.

Bread smells like fresh poem
From thoughts of tar on boil.

Tar is bitumen off earth’s oil
From tree poems of long ago.

Old trees are a bread in tent
With holes to a  sun on boil.

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