So, the hub test-listened, and made a couple of suggestions… here’s version 2. Now, working on the video… Meanwhile, hope you enjoy. Let me know your thoughts.
There is An Onion by the Stove There is an onion by the stove brown-papered, seeming unconcerned smug, really, if you come to think of its audacious round bum at rest Audacious, to just sit there, by the stove so near the fire, so nonchalant and calm is there anything more patient? or more self-centred than an onion? There is an onion by the stove, love really, just there, not even in a bowl as if taunting the pans, the burners the frenzied flail of spatulas Taunting, with its papered curves any pretension of perfected flights of culinary fancy; it comes down to this, emissary of earth, of soul While the poet crafts ephemera in egg-white, whips chocolate into bacchanals, commits carnage unrelenting sieves and bastes, deglazes, tastes Nothing, nothing in all the craft at hand so sums the lowly nature of that which most sustains humanity, as to point like a sage, and say no more than this: There is an onion by the stove.
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