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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Kate Campbell


 

Staff of Life

She stretches the bread dough on the cornmeal-dusted board
With just enough flour to make the mound silky.
It's a skill, achieved through effort and disappointment,
Elation and frustration,
Knowing when to stop working it
So that the spaces will make it hold its shape but still be tender.
It occurs to her that it is much like raising children,
Knowing when to stop handling.
Maybe that explains why she has baked so much bread since hers left home.