Friday, January 2, 2009

Carrots

The blade cut through the carrots
As though through air
I never could cut as confidently as you.

I remember you skimming the tip of your finger once
And I watched the red wash the orange carrots

You ran cold water over your finger,
Finished chopping, Cooked them.

We ate them that night--
They were the best carrots I've ever had.

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