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Rituals

We’ve had a lot of them

My ritual

Un-sacrosanct

Involves the toaster

And the order

Of the bread

To place in

And to withdraw

After toasting twice

(the machine isn’t equanimous

enough to toast it right

one time)

What kind of bread took

Time

And what to have on it

Peanut butter on

My own feast days

But without the added sugar

As narration claims

Simply

What it is

Or purported to be

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I’m still working on the coffee

Both kind and

How much

You see,

I was given the K machine

And it’s fun and all

But I am a neophyte with it

Unready for the morning

Table crew

Thankful for the automatic

Shut-off

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I do respect the big things

But live nearer

The small things like

Snow villages

And for

Later tide as time

(Advent first)

Learning from

My mother how

To make the bunny cake

With cardboard ears

For Easter

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But exhalation

After holidays

And maybe what’s holy

In between,

Which is

Most days

Perhaps

And with

Small-s sacred reasoning

As in creation’s

And redemption’s

Legacy

And with

Secular reckoning

For reality,

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Which might explain

Hot fingers

(without the invocation)

With results

In our suburban-sacramental

Tussles with appliances

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