RAINY NOVEMBER SUNDAY AFTERNOON
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2022
On a rainy November Sunday afternoon,
too dreary to go out,
with nowhere to go,
I start a batch of homemade bread,
three loaves’ worth.
As it rises
in the oven
for the first of two risings,
I sit at the table,
and listen to music.
Temptations’ “The Thing You Do,”
then “I Will Wait for You,” by Mumford and Son.
Almost turn off the music,
but Saffire Uppity Blues Women
convince me to stay, with “Elevator Man.”
Sometimes,
there’s nothing better than
Saffire’s beautiful blues
with homemade bread rising
in the oven,
especially on a rainy November Sunday afternoon.
This is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
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RAINY NOVEMBER SUNDAY AFTERNOON
RAINY NOVEMBER SUNDAY AFTERNOON
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2022
On a rainy November Sunday afternoon,
too dreary to go out,
with nowhere to go,
I start a batch of homemade bread,
three loaves’ worth.
As it rises
in the oven
for the first of two risings,
I sit at the table,
and listen to music.
Temptations’ “The Thing You Do,”
then “I Will Wait for You,” by Mumford and Son.
Almost turn off the music,
but Saffire Uppity Blues Women
convince me to stay, with “Elevator Man.”
Sometimes,
there’s nothing better than
Saffire’s beautiful blues
with homemade bread rising
in the oven,
especially on a rainy November Sunday afternoon.
This is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2022
On a rainy November Sunday afternoon,
too dreary to go out,
with nowhere to go,
I start a batch of homemade bread,
three loaves’ worth.
As it rises
in the oven
for the first of two risings,
I sit at the table,
and listen to music.
Temptations’ “The Thing You Do,”
then “I Will Wait for You,” by Mumford and Son.
Almost turn off the music,
but Saffire Uppity Blues Women
convince me to stay, with “Elevator Man.”
Sometimes,
there’s nothing better than
Saffire’s beautiful blues
with homemade bread rising
in the oven,
especially on a rainy November Sunday afternoon.
This is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
Friday, November 8, 2024
RAINY NOVEMBER SUNDAY AFTERNOON
RAINY NOVEMBER SUNDAY AFTERNOON
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2022
On a rainy November Sunday afternoon,
too dreary to go out,
with nowhere to go,
I start a batch of homemade bread,
three loaves’ worth.
As it rises
in the oven
for the first of two risings,
I sit at the table,
and listen to music.
Temptations’ “The Thing You Do,”
then “I Will Wait for You,” by Mumford and Son.
Almost turn off the music,
but Saffire Uppity Blues Women
convince me to stay, with “Elevator Man.”
Sometimes,
there’s nothing better than
Saffire’s beautiful blues
with homemade bread rising
in the oven,
especially on a rainy November Sunday afternoon.
This is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2022
On a rainy November Sunday afternoon,
too dreary to go out,
with nowhere to go,
I start a batch of homemade bread,
three loaves’ worth.
As it rises
in the oven
for the first of two risings,
I sit at the table,
and listen to music.
Temptations’ “The Thing You Do,”
then “I Will Wait for You,” by Mumford and Son.
Almost turn off the music,
but Saffire Uppity Blues Women
convince me to stay, with “Elevator Man.”
Sometimes,
there’s nothing better than
Saffire’s beautiful blues
with homemade bread rising
in the oven,
especially on a rainy November Sunday afternoon.
This is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
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