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Kitchen Wisdom
What better way To spend a quiet, foggy Thursday night in Lake Nebagamon Than by first making a fifteen-minute round-trip walk to Ole's, To stock up on requisite ingredients, Then wiling away three hours, simmering a vegetable-soup supper?
I've yet to discover a more satisfying pastime, A preoccupation as relaxing, When my head is full of stress, obsessions, and excessive ecstasies That drift through my ever-sifting brain And almost always coalesce, in my imagination, as poems.
How pleasing it is, to my undomesticated mentality (Dependent as I normally am, on others, to cook my meals), That setting aside the time it takes to make such a simple concoction Can yield such myriad possibilities for happiness And engender relaxation so indefectible.
Is this not why, every chance I manage to seize, I banish myself from the castle on the insurmountable cliff, Where I perform my airy, oft-too-rarefied cogitations, And seek out this cabin, just above this palpable lake, Whose kitchen I delight in filling with the scents of self-reliance?
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