Saturday: two poems

The photographer holds a loaf of multigrain bread fresh out of the oven.

Bread baking day

This is how Sunday 

became baking day. 

Saturday is when I make 

our bread, sourdough 

or multigrain or both, 

but our son called early 

seeking advice on a tricky 

bathroom plumbing issue 

so I’m loading up tools 

in the back of my car 

to go help an engineer 

who still calls an English-major 

father to conspire on certain 

home improvements. 

 

Play by play

Listening to baseball 

in the yard, we two,

citronella candles 

between us for light 

as peepers & crickets 

provide a summer 

play by play.