Friday, October 25, 2019

Leavened Dread

 I fear once again the nature of my optimism
Kept in this petri dish study
Will inflate as leavening
Fed by the slightest bit of sweetness
Raising a mass of simple ingredients 
Towards the goal of something 
Which could be enjoyed by all
Yet inevitably gets punched down
To the same level from which it started
That same chronic level of Spartan compliance
Baked into commercial goods
Shunned by artisans 
Who starve in their isolation
By way of insisting on finer and finer 
Focus to delight those imagined few
Who might notice or care
An audience of one or two fair
Resulting in sarcasm
Unwilling to entertain or dare.
-Kelly Voelker


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