Sunday, August 21, 2011

Sunday in CinCity

Summer Kitchen

by Donald Hall

In June's high light she stood at the sink

With a glass of wine,

And listened for the bobolink,

And crushed garlic in late sunshine.

I watched her cooking, from my chair.

She pressed her lips

Together, reached for kitchenware,

And tasted sauce from her fingertips.

"It's ready now. Come on," she said.

"You light the candle."

We ate, and talked, and went to bed,

And slept. It was a miracle.

please note: art by Neil Wyrick

1 comment:

  1. I love this. And the artwork that accompanied it. Thank you.


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