In the Kitchen

Mornings you had milk in coffee.
On the radio, after the news
And weather, the self-consciously
Solemn voice of the announcer:
“Peacefully, at the Prince Edward
Hospital, aged 83 years,
Margaret McPherson,” say, or,
“Suddenly at his home, Pius
Gallant, aged 39 years; resting
At the Hennessey Funeral
Home, visiting hours Thursday
Two to four and seven to nine.
Funeral Friday, ten a.m.
Interment at the such and such
Cemetery. In lieu of flowers,
Donations to the United Way
Children’s Fund or Canadian
Cancer Society would be
Greatly appreciated.” And
You, head tilted slightly, eyes
Fixed somewhere in the middle distance,
A strand of hair straying down
Your cheek with its smudge of flour
From your wrist rubbing absently
Occasionally between flex
And curl of fingers kneading
And kneading, while the kitchen
Filled with the high scent of yeast.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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