Bagels with the Bards - No. 2

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It all came to fruition the day we made our first bagel, after a few energetic drafts of the thing. It got up from the table, shook its rolling shoulders, yawned from the hollow core mouth ;of itself, and began to dance. ; ;At that precise moment, the miracle came as sure as the Matrix Oracle would have predicted from over her pan of cookies. Sunlight hit the bagel, and it became lines on the floor, long lines that would have been perfect for any chorus line, but ;instead filled themselves with words, words that made promises to all of us. These words spoke the premise. ; ;The poet is a baker although he may never have the ;dough. ; ;We looked at each other and knew this was our creation myth, this dance of language on some piece of paper, or in our hearts, or in the burrowed brow of the manager trying to wrap ;his head around the idea that poets gather in the corner of his place on Saturdays and spend a few hours living, living, living. ; ;O bard, a bagel has become a poem.