It makes sense – I’ll use my loaf

Is this the sun, 
condensed into a flower? 
Distant energy 
facilitates fine subdivision, 
mitochondrial machination 
building petal, 
and bower.

Sound struggles, beats on baffles beneath the strings. Sweet escape eludes then exudes mellifluously.
Pine needles, waft, scent air evoking place and season, sharp to unshod foot yet gentle olfaction, calms… relaxation.
Sensate to a feather brushing my cheek, soft, sensuous, soothing, like these sibilant characters typed on a page.
Childhood memories evoked as yeast, after millennia waiting, interacts in the present tense. Air carries intense anticipation of taste across the park, use my loaf, collect my daily bread.
AnDrew Pratt 8/2/2021