Bakery Stories

"Rezek" Three in the morning Jupiter stares through a crack in the ceiling And Rezek has no time for dreams. He gets out of bed fully dressed And walks barefoot to the porch Where his father pours him a small cup Of scalding bittersweet coffee Which he blows on and sips quickly Slips on his shoes and runs through the night To his uncle’s bakery. Rezek works the furnace and the dough-cutter Eleven hours a day and is lucky...

‘Twas a special day When throughout the town Nobody went around with a frown The ribbon was red To be cut, ‘twas said The mayor arrived in his fancy car So he could be seen from afar He went up to the new, big shop The sign was glowing, over the top The giant scissors were handed over Little girls threw petals and clover ‘Twas a day to be celebrated, no? The business around was in full flow But they were not to celebrate...