lucky '13

i was first in line for bread this morning
before thursdaythoughts caught up with my head
lucky, lucky, lucky, keeper of the queue
a wolf's loaf, a beggar's baguette, and
the rye
so fresh
i could taste the oven on it.
my fingers touched the center of the leavened earth and burned-
scalded with the memory of dollar bills and quarters
poorer and preciser than ever beforer
warmed with a waifish wonder of
this the new year of our Lord:
deux oh unstuck n'lucky baker's dozen, A.D.