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Sitting All Evening Alone in the Kitchen -- Ted Kooser

(Poem #181)Sitting All Evening Alone in the Kitchen
 The cat has fallen asleep, 
 the dull book of a dead moth 
 loose in its paws.
 
 The moon in the window, the tide 
 gurgling out through the broken shells 
 in the old refrigerator.
 
 Late, I turn out the lights. 
 The little towns on top of the stove 
 glow faintly neon, 
 sad women alone at the bar.
-- Ted Kooser

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