THERMALS
Poppy seeds freckle
the lemon cake
batter, swirled
into motion
by the beaters.
Somewhere,
headlines read
that soon
we will reap
the last
of the earth’s
provisions.
Vultures
dot the sky
riding the
spinning
thermals.
After the mix
is poured
into loaf pans,
the seeds remain
suspended.
Someday,
the vultures
will spiral
down
to the last
road kill.
