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Making rösti (Dew Drop Inn#23) [47]

Making rösti

I grab a potato, before morning breaks,
try not to draw blood as I peel it's skin
careful of fingers, I grate to the end,
I must work quickly, before you awake.
I add garlic, parsley, add a pinch more.
I cry over onions, stir in a yolk,
remember our fight, harsh words I misspoke,
then fry to a crisp, pancakes you adore.
I go to our bedside, breakfast on a tray,
orange juice and coffee to brighten your day.
Before I awake you I sit down and sketch
your splotched wrinkled skin, inhale morning's breath.
You snore beautifully, what more can I say?
Before dawn's light, I made rösti today.

© Kå re Enga (24.abril.2017) [174.47]

Rösti = Swiss potato pancakes
Dew Drop Inn #23... write a sonnet they said...

Earlier version:

I grab a potato, before morning breaks,
try not to draw blood as I peel it's skin
careful of fingers, I grate to the end,
I must work quickly, before you awake.
I add garlic, parsley, add a pinch more.
I cry over onions, stir in a yolk,
remember our fight, harsh words I misspoke.
I fry to a crisp, pancakes you adore.
I go to our bedside, breakfast on a tray,
orange juice and coffee to brighten your day.
Before I awake you I sit down and sketch
splotchy wrinkled skin; inhale morning's breath.
You snore beautifully, what more can I say?
Before dawn's light, I made rösti today.

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