At 5:00 o’clock I stop to cook the meal
Then put the plates and cutlery in place
Under the hanging lamp of glass and steel
With ceremonial care and stately pace

As if some honored guests were on the way
For an event most special and profound
Despite its happening every other day
With only two of us and dog around.

And so do you on nights that alternate
Call me to come out from my private lair
T’enjoy the dinner you’ve worked to create
In the common space we old ones share.

And sitting down we entwine eyes and hands
To celebrate routine, that love expands

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