The Spring Freeze

the sun is cool today
light runs me through
ice grass burned white
sunday flowers dazed,

we curl in our bakery
undercover cooking
our bagel flesh softly
twisting in the glaze,

our dough loops touch
the sugar swimming out
soaking in coca darkness
we gingerly dunk and drip,

outside the noon frost bites
on the glass stemmed roses,
the morning's perma-hunger
sated by our hot comfort.


John G.Hall(C)2005