Hodgepodge
Hungry hands toss scraps into the cauldron pot.
Odds and ends, all the got-to-go gleanings from the fridge.
Diced limp carrots, wilted herbs, chicken scraps awaken over low heat.
Garlic, bruised and crushed, enlivens the brew with its perfume.
Every stray morsel joins the bubbling parliament, murmuring.
Pots remember the whys and wherefores, empty cupboards forget.
Onions soften slowly, weaving flavors, creating harmony.
Drops of dark soy deepen the mood, seasoning with salt and umami.
Garni bouquet unfurls its quiet counsel of sense and purpose.
Each spoonful proves the slow, patient grace, of making do.
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