Day Is Done
the kitchen's hot
we do our stepping
without thinking
minds on the work
minds on the mouths to feed
we weave
in around each other
yet another marriage dance
another intimate arrangement
still light
hands working fast
passing pots and oil
passing covers and spoons
eyebrow raised
all done
sweet garlic floats above us
butter on the table
white napkins in your hands
serve
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