Ceramic teapots, chickens, pigs--
knick-knacks on the shelf—
glitter in the midnight glow
from the refrigerator light:
spouts, beaks, snouted bacon
chilling on the China cabinet
containing no cups or plates.
Wineglass in your wan hand,
you ease the door closed,
watch that bright wedge
leap across the kitchen wall
one subtle, waltzing step
ahead of sweeping darkness.
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