The Kitchen in The Afternoon: poetry

The Kitchen In The Afternoon
Shann Ray

light sometimes
makes us see each other

as if we were designed
well and with good intention,

my wife and me without
cruelty, the hardwood floor,

the kitchen table, the carpet
in the alcove

next to the oven, the elements,
the S-curves like holy fire

coiled to red
in the easy turn of dusk.

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