2018, POETRY, Uncategorized

Thoughts lost within the kitchen

It was quiet

In the kitchen

All day,

As I prepped for the evening

Just me, the cutting board,

And my knife.

Cutting veggies,

Butchering lamb racks, tuna,

And salmon.

I had done the sauces earlier.

And than the night crew came in.

Rattling off words so fast,

And loud,

There went the peacefulness

The silence

The time to think.

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