blowback from a stream
fresh off the lips of the river we’d
run along, escaping the grim
never seen, lingering
outside ocular.
seagulls float
in reverse.
the coffee still bitter,
and each way
we explain the taste
with a hint of joy
shakes me,
as wind does:
to core or heart
of a matter
all too temporary.
fed doughathy on wednesday started the levain for my new sourdough yesterday made the dough just now! letting her rest on the counter w/ stretch & folds every 20 while i watch a movie with my love & split a ginger soju with peach yakult... she will go in the fridge 4 a bulk ferment overnight & tomorrow i will shape the loaves and let them rest overnight so i can bake them on sunday for girldinner which is the dinner we have when my girls all come over :)