. baking bread .
has been published in the Creative Cafe.
sour dough. they came again looking for the hawfinch.
showed me the cherry trees. talked about the big house.
i forgot the bread was in the oven, remembered, left
abruptly to find it a darker brown.
ran back to apologise for leaving so sudden. he held
a gold tooth, reminded me of my father.
there is a draft waiting for a photograph.