Anticipation

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Anticipation
 
Bee-doo, bee-doo
two sour-dough loaves
Crusty brown
they are born
skin too thick
with heat 
though already
softening
lean in and listen
to the crackling
resting after coming
home
feeling the tingle
as salivary glands begin
their business the body 
readied imagining
teeth tearing scent
of earth and sea
the releasing 
steam still too hot
I wait.  

This was the poem for me. Strong sensory stuff.