Delicate grain
Made whole in in wonder

Soft solace of my childhood
Tan to golden loafs
Perfectly cut in portions
So easily smushed between fingers

White interior I related
If not in name than approach
I tried to compliment all those around
The base of a hot brown
Holding the heat and pressure
A background character

Now anointed in oil
With basil flecks and pepper
Cascade across your crisp shell
The warmth from the oven
Still seeps into my hand from your
Bun, i feel it radiate as my mouth
Prepares to break, to tear this common delicacy
again and again and again