Prose of Christmas Plenty
written by: Charles A. Perrone
quite a house on a hill
with an open-air pantry
where I’d gone to get some
fresh and freely home-spun bread
the loaf was lovely, golden, saffron
and off I sliced two portions to put them aside
then another, a new pair, one more would be fine
the serrated bread knife stayed an instrument of joy
as the load I would carry grew larger the loaf maintained
a steady size and quiet grapes appeared on the counter
children and teens played by the pool while winsome
hired help in white shirts arrived they seemed to say
nothing yet looked at me suspiciously accusing me
no doubt implying something loathsome still
I continued confident I’d been invited to take
my fetching companion must know this
apparent duplication is not my doing
how so christian, man, like
the miracle of the fishes,
or whatever
- Prose of Christmas Plenty - December 19, 2024
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