Of a sudden
While the sun lay
As frosted gold
On the rooftops of morn
Beneath a blue crowning sky
I smelled baking
Or the ghost of such
Pass soft before me
A reminder
That life is absurd
And we are punchlines
Given animating life
To range through the world
Grasping what hands we can
To stave off the loneliness
That is woven within us