Day 3 sourdough start bubbled,
her frilled cap almost bursting.
Yeasts of the air had woken her,
no ding of an alert to warn of the
overflow of nature’s goodness.
“Blues is to jazz what yeast
is to bread. Without it, it’s flat”
~ Carmen McRae, American jazz singer (April 1920 - November 1994)
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