Dough learned by palms
Flour followed instinct
Yeast trusted warm rooms
Rising never rushed
Bread tasted like childhood
Crust whispered heritage
Bakers hummed invented hymns
Ovens glowed like hearths
Patrons chose by scent
Coins felt secondary
Crumbs blessed sidewalks
Birds held feast
Evening wrapped in butter air
Windows breathed content
Tradition lived improvisation
Love kneaded memory