FRESH FROM THE OVEN

The little baker
Waddles 
With trays
Full of buns

From the kitchen 
To the counter
Of the food court cafe'.

Smiling,
He stops
To greet
Customers. 

He seems to have stepped
Out of a procession
Of everyone
Who has ever 
Made bread 
For humanity. 

The stream
Of Life goes on:

God is alive
At the mall.

 

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