
Click here to hear the poet read his words:
garlic
chopping onions
cracking garlic
thinking of the past
I remember when
you did these things
when you cooked
because you enjoyed it
and I was happy
because you did it so well
even a sandwich
was a gourmet delight
and a work of art
and you went to the store
chose the ingredients
considered every detail
before creating
I went to a different store
bought wine
I no longer buy wine
I go to the store
buy ingredients
largely unconsidered
then stand
chopping onions
cracking garlic
thinking of the past
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The emotion of a whole life story contained in the telling of an everyday act.
And the past and the present balanced in the structure of the piece.
A beautiful, sad, powerful poem.
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Cracking garlic is a poetic act in itself, Jenne!
Thanks for kind words.
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