THE HOSTESS

by Leland Jamieson

A loaf of golden fresh-baked bread
steaming aromas of rich grains,
sliced lengthwise, crust just slightly spread,
drenched deep with garlic butter’s strains . . . .

His mouth was watering so, it seemed
he’d swallowed bucketfuls of spit
just looking on — as though he dreamed —
impatient for a place to sit.

The hostess came and called to him,
“How many, sir?”
“Just one,” he said.
She poured iced water to the brim.
He thanked her. She brought out the bread.

He broke the loaf with gratitude —
for her, and for this age-old food.

© 2008 by Leland Jamieson

 

 

 

 


 


About the Author

Leland Jamieson lives and writes in East Hampton, Connecticut, USA. Recent and forthcoming work appears in numerous print and Internet magazines. His first book, 21st Century Bread, can be previewed and is available at www.lulu.com/lelandjamieson.

 

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