White Bread

White bread, you give us hope; you break
The grey monotony of the story.
It is not how you look or taste,
But the imagination that blossoms in the waste
When we look on the loaf that is not []eary.
White bread, you are a mirroring back
Reflecting midnight-lighted streets
Cigarettes, tea, sugar, gas always on,
Buses coming home at a quarter to one - 
All that's evoked by the name of peace.

(n.d.)