it’s the miraculous
in the normal, he said
she glanced up from
her reading
her reading
what she did before bed
what do you mean
she asked
her question loaded
these small things
between them
often exploded
these small things
between lovers
that came with warnings
it’s the miraculous
in the normal, he said
she turned round
from her stirring
a traveler returned
with small gifts
that unraveled
that unraveled
like a story retold
lentils with cumin
simmered on the stove
they were still human
she kept them fed
it’s the miraculous
in the normal, he said
she glanced up from
her reading
her reading
what she did before bed
like the darkness
in prisons she said
like gold in decay
when night becomes
the hard light of day
keep it simple, he said
straight forward
at home or abroad
take time for the tea
wear good shoes for the road
wear good shoes for the road
It’s the miraculous
in the normal, he said
gently insistent
she glanced up from
her reading
what she did before bed
I know what you mean,
she whispered
it lives in my head
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