Making Minestrone

by

Mary A. Green

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At suppertime
I put aside all striving
          to achieve goals
Sat out that morning
When my mind was fresh and
          body rested
And it seemed possible
That I could get
The knitting finished
The stories written
And minestrone made
From pot of soup stock
         in my fridge
Time was I rested only after
Willing a day's objectives
         into being
No matter what the hour
But years have moved along
And had their will with me
         so now At suppertime
With rows of knitting left to do
And paragraphs yet to compose
I put a spoon and bowl upon my table
And settle down to eat
Accepting mortal weakness
         of frail flesh
I mutter muses saying
Day I owe you nothing
And claim no debt from you
We'll try tomorrow
         meantime
My minestrone turned out pretty good

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