A short rhythmic poem Knead the dough, boy dust the flouruse your knuckles let it rest knead the dough, boyneed that dough, boy feel the rhythm in your chest watching ladiesin the windowwith those dreamy boy doe eyes whispers whooshing passed the ovens keep your fingersout the pies. © Darius the Mate 02-12-2021 Wordplay PathwayContinue reading “Doughboy”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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