For The Blue Ribbon Baker
She was not afraid of the grave—
on the green earth she had
accomplished much, after all,
a wall full of county fair ribbons
and engraved plaques, all won
for her rich buttery short breads
and frosty pink cakes, and still
she knew her greatest reward
would come when like a yeasty
hot cross bun, she’d rise up
and float like angel-food into
the arms of golden-haired Jesus.
Kathleen Driskell lives next to a graveyard in an old country church that is purported to be haunted, but she and her husband, The Goat Man, vehemently deny those rumors.