It’s every writer’s choice. The bread is in the foreground. The cake is in behind.
A Million Dollar House in the Works
Oil money has to have a place to go.
Here’s a better look of that cake.
No wind, though. Before World War I, William Carlos Williams, poet and gynaecologist, said “Bread.” Ezra Pound, poet and erstwhile troubadour said “cake”. After World War II, Ezra wrote Williams a one word letter: “Cake.” I think there’s a more important thing they both missed: Wind.