i am baking bread,
hair piled atop my head.
abba playing ....me out of
key singing along.
flour dust and nordic exuberance,  in the air.

....my friend fernando...
as i knead the dough...
punch it down.
....i would my.....

****** smell, silky feel.. dough, dough, dough...
oven not too...hot ...
money, money, money...

rest the dough...agnetha
i am not....
but baking bread....
may make me a mamma mia
or may be my waterloo...

just have to wait and see.