Monday, March 14, 2011

Bamboo Dreams

White polyethylene cutting boards
Extend in every direction
And not a one of them is new
They all bear the marks
Of use
Who knows how many chicken breasts
Loaves of foccacia bread
Have passed this way
But now
They are gone
And I am alone
Forced to look for something random in the knife marks
And find nothing
Except one pattern after the other

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