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I never thought this would do it, but
Now, screwing the handles
Back on the soup pot,
I felt almost satisfied.
I’ve never been almost satisfied before.
So I look out the window
At the leaning bending Ponderosa. How wonderful!
I don’t want them frightened.
They pose for me as the new colonade
To a future cathedral
Not a sterility of flat stone but
A sanctuary of smoke
And smells like those in the first cave
With its first soup.
Yes, Now, while I
Screw the handles
Back on the stupid soup pot,
The handles I didn’t even know could
I am almost completely
What I never supposed
I might be.
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