Without Tears Poem by RIC BASTASA
Without Tears
the way i take an onion
is no longer the way my old hands do it.
there is a new technique which i have developed
after years of practice
how to slice it half and not peel it
how to think that unlike us it has no heart at all
and with the sharp knife that i have whetted for years
wasting so much water under that bridge
i have done it without anymore shedding
any drop of tears.
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