thought begins as small floral bowls : they hold greens—broccoli stalks,
chopped kale—against Chinese blue
very dark, with a greenish tint :
the way a silence falls to each side
of the knife's stroke, the colors rhyme
softly and I think, I'll miss this when I die. This is how I enter appearances
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