Loaves

Cosmic millstones grind time to flour
For loaves of a lifetime
Leavened with moments unforgettable

Some feast
Some famine
Some leave crumbs
Some let moulder
Some cut
Some tear
Some drench in honey
Some soak in oil

But none gaze upon the fields of harvest
Until all are eaten or spoilt

©Heather Coldstream


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A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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