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About This Poem
These Are the Knives
Some lay in the drawer still
collected since childhood
renowned at the table
our memories our irons.
The two pronged fork
with the yellow bone handle
articulated little arm
for catching the grill.
And these are the spoons
and all the bright silvers
that clanked in the day
from breakfast to tea.
These wedding gifts
still shining and worn.
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