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And this month’s poem, by Sarah Dunning Park:
Roast chicken and potatoes
oil and season.
Let the oven offer meat
and fingerlings singing
with trapped heat and steam.
Such a simple beginning
belies the after-dinner showdown—
that battle with the carcass
to coerce tomorrow’s supper
from its bones.
another belated discovery
of unforeseen complexity.
An expectant mother awaits a baby,
not the wreckage of birthing.
For that matter,
who really anticipates
a willful child evolving from her newborn?
But remember, this is about a chicken—
and the duty that’s before you.
The best thing to do
is throw yourself into it—
give thanks for the provision,
then sink bare hands in the grease.
Pick it clean.
© Sarah Dunning Park, 2012. All rights reserved. Used with permission.