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Tuesday, October 23, 2012


A Kitchen weeps because it once filled nightly with a family.
That conversed, passed pieces of round steak to one another,
talked too loudly with corn, potatoes, and chewy biscuits in their tiny mouths
A Kitchen weeps that now finds its only life in the early morning
When an old man butters toast, and prepares coffee.

©2011 Brokali