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Pot O Hippomus


Category: poetry
Imagine the stove, a gas stove like at home,
in white enamel and old bits of chrome.
The cast iron thingies covering the flames
are black and crusty (I don't remember their names).
Atop the front burner is a big gray pot.
Once it was shiny but now it's not.
Made of brushed aluminum, a satin finish
covered through use with a yellowy tarnish.
The lid can't be used, up the contents pop.
They stick out and over with froth from the pot.
A pot of hippomus cooking to stew.
With carrots and potatoes it feeds quite a few.
Bring your own bowl and we'll fill it up.
A pot of hippomus on which we can sup.

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