Five A.M. Baking,
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy
The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon
The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory
A Year in Haiku 
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