I like to leave the apartment early
go across the street
to the farmer’s market
to a new stand called
Lost Bread
I asked her why
it wasn’t Lost and Found Bread
or Found Bread
and she, a young woman
wearing turquoise glasses
gave me a kind
what is she talking about look
and said instead:
it’s warm today.
And I bought the bread
(sour cherry)
came home to listen
to Mamas Broke
and wonder
for the thousandth time
what it is
about language
that is infinitely
interesting.
https://www.npr.org/2023/03/08/1160340445/mamas-broke-tiny-desk-concert
I am teaching for young, new Americans. Art is our common language for now.
Makes perfect sense.