It's where my life domestic-comic
Intersects the incoming cosmic
On that bridge between the two
River rushing underfoot
Fires burning overhead
Where one can have a second thought
Not I but one with all the dead
The world lets us in too far
Yet everything depends on supper
First and last the river hums
That wants to carry me away
I stand admonished and amazed
In the kitchen of my days
Cutting carrots singing praise
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