My Son Left Me Alone at the Bakery Until the Business Account Was Suddenly Locked

before the town comes in hungry, the whole room turns gold. Flour floats in the air like dust in a church. The worktable glows. Outside, Raymond’s sign catches just enough of it that his handwriting shows through the weathered paint.

I stood in that light with him for thirty-two years. I stood in it alone for four.

Now some mornings I stand in it with continue reading …