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Issue # 5 September 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Sylvia Levinson

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Chopping Bowl

The smell of Thanksgiving
embedded in its warm wood.
Vegetables for turkey stuffing chopped
in this old bowl, as she rocked
the blade back and forth, down and up
in a kitchen rhythm, globes of onions,
stalks of celery, transformed into chunks,
into bits, to be tossed with torn bread,
broth, sage and thyme.

The bowl has a split now,
from one edge to center,
so I no longer use it as she did.
But sometimes I pick up the blade,
curve my fingers around the handle,
caress my mother's palm.