there are never enough names for bread

you can call them anything

cats ghosts backyards grandmas-

the ones i bake today are for the girl

who i care for deeply

in spite of the silence

in the afternoon when she comes

merry in juvenile smiles

i will whisper her name 

she will appear by the kitchen frame

unaware i talked to the bread

have you kept enough love? 

i will ask the warm loaf in a hum

it is time to nourish some good hearts