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POEM: kitchen poem

kitchen poem

everyone’s laughing in the kitchen
old friends from Boston newly arrived
lovers whose hands touch while they
chop onions, peel cucumbers

it’s sunny in a way it hasn’t been in months
everyone feels it like a warm embrace
a happy bunch of astronauts on a rock
millions of miles from the source of the light

earlier today there was a rooftop concert
a saxophonist playing gospel music
across the street from the Catholic church
where the sign says to “turn away from sin”

but of course it’s the sin that satisfies
mistakes that make the successes meaningful
the occasional slice of cucumber that falls
to the floor makes the salad taste that much better

Published in My poems Poetry

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