The truck honked as it weaved through the narrow streets
Tumbledown Baroque architecture adorned with marguerites
Grew with anticipation in hope the treasures it brings
Infused with sweetness of blossoms in Spring
Freshly baked bread performed a waltz
The scent encapsulated in muslin cloth
Through the doorknob's nostril, the bassoon sounded
Like misshapen pearls, each loaf is preciously bundled
Sunday, 11 September 2016
Poem :: Fresh
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