Nice
It’s quite nice
the slice of the knife
through the potato
a swish, thud
into the chopping board below
you know the sound
it’s how I found you
sleeves rolled up
while I looked down
your apron still bears your name
even after all these years
Thoughts
My wife is preparing dinner. I walked in as she was chopping potatoes and now we have a poem and something to eat.
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