Poem of the Week – Kryptonite Blues

Do you have a poem about your first job? Mine seems so long ago now. It was! Thomas Market was a small grocery story by today’s standards but it had a bakery in back and sold fresh bread and pastries each day. Cleaning up after bakers was a lot more work than I had ever imagined. The market is long gone. Now it is occupied by a Panera restaurant, which I frequent for coffee and fresh pastries. Oh, the memories I have when I bite into a blueberry muffin and recall those mouse tracks in the flour.