Wheat and corn

Fine and ground

These are the amusing comparisons of a tired mind

Semolina spice

Oranges

Never rye, but a little shy

Sourdough

And maybe

the backs of bees

pressed through

brown sugar colored cotton with

sandy palms, callous crowned

I do strange things to people in my head.
I hope it is pretty because I think they are pretty.
Tired thoughts are tired.