Tonight I wonder about
the woman who used to visit
the bakery before the mill
closed, the bakery with it.
She picked her way down the cracked
sidewalk with her cane, same time
every morning. Her husband
loved crullers, the clerk said,
offering me a Bismarck instead.
We save the last one for her.
Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician living in Neenah, WI. His poetry has appeared in Art Ascent, Bramble, Millwork, Tigershark, and Verse-Virtual. He received the Mill Prize for Poetry Honorable Mention Award in both 2017 and 2018. When not writing or reading, Frederic plays acoustic folk guitar and explores the Northwoods with his wife and two Labrador retrievers.
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