At The Kitchen Poem by RIC BASTASA

At The Kitchen



she is preparing
breakfast
and i can hear the
pounding of the
pestle and the mortar
spices perhaps
black pepper
and some sliced layers
of onions
there is something that
i do not want to hear
the sound of
tears.

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Philippines
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