At Night #poem #writing

At night a bright flare rises clear
Above the lip + stops
Only beyond the hills, the type
Of star you’ve been craving
While mixing ingredients at the counter
Laying your fingers against the cutting
Block, salt, flour, hair clippings, a tear,
Light through the window on the copper
Skillet swaying on its hook, an eye
in a circle as the day moves forward.

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