Love, Dogs, Chicken and Broken Toes

You stand at the counter
Massacring the roasted chicken
As the dogs salivate
At your side.

I hear the soft twack and swish
Of joints unjointing–
See the drool
Hit the mats.

Aromas of roasted bird
Wreath around the bruises
Purpling my two broken toes
As you bring me the oyster.

The dogs rush you back
Into the kitchen,
As I breathe deeply
Having learned to rest.

The lesson took years
As you showed me happily,
Beyond willingness,
How to just be.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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3 Responses to Love, Dogs, Chicken and Broken Toes

  1. Benjamin says:

    I hope you are using a literary device and that you do not really have broken toes… If they are broken… Yikes! I hope you mend soon!

  2. janemwoodman says:

    Wish they were metaphorical! I can be exquisitely graceless.

  3. Benjamin says:

    I hope you are better soon.

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