Fingers, A Prose Poem by Divya Love Wise

Writing201, Assignment #7, Prompt:  Fingers.  Form:  Prose Poetry.  Devine:  Assonance.

photo credit: Divya Love Wise, taken in Florence, Italy at the Mercato Centrale

 

Italian fingers in the know, One (or ten) with the dough.  Separating with precision for your pizza to go.  Wise beyond their digits, they feel, they move, they go with the flow of their long held knowing.  Tasting slow growth perfection in the Mother Dough, even though you go, you know, you’ll be back for more.

 

 

 

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