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| Steam Cloud -a villanelle- Steam forms a cloud over the stove not even the fan can drive away, and it hangs there above. She stirs the food, and, seeing no smoke, continues on her merry cooking way. Steam forms a cloud over the stove, as she cooks with a tender love. One word is all I say and it hangs there above our heads like a white dove in flight. I wonder about the way steam forms a cloud over the stove. My unanswered question I think of as she seems to ignore me this day and it hangs there above. I leave the kitchen. Right now it is her food she loves, and I am only in the way. Steam forms a cloud over the stove and it hangs there above. |
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