A baker from the city of Bishkek
made breads that were so fully bedecked -
the patterns so fancy -
I felt so unclassy,
devouring every last crumb and fleck.
There was an old woman from Kyrgyzstan
who went to the lake daily, feeding swans,
but it’s not a swan lake —
just plovers, gulls, and crakes
learned the woman who’d been badly conned.