tangled up in blue,
bob's brick-oven
corningware-
his own, tempered by glowing
coals punching the sides like
IBM paper reams
stained by espresso

bob's brick-oven
corningware
hung on the shelves
doesn't exercise form over
function, it exercises the bakers'
hands, arthritic they
know not the warmth of a
hardcover spine, no--they
know the warmth of other hands.