Small Stones: Day 12

Small Stones: January 12

He listens to 1930s jazz on NPR
as he boils water
for string beans and broccoli.

On a Michigan shaped cutting board
he slices fresh garlic.

100 year old doors
     salvaged
from Heinz's Point Breeze mansion
separate us
but through cracks in the doorway
I know exactly
what I see.

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