On Cleaning Mushrooms

You didn’t tell me what time
you would arrive tonight, so here I am,
holding mushrooms under cold water,
and hoping you’ll come soon.
There have been three cars outside
in the last few minutes, but no ring
on the doorbell.
Water slips over the smooth caps,
and swirls down the drain, threatening
to take the evening with it.
Wait a moment while I blot my resolve
with a dry towel, and select the sharpest

*by Rebekah Shafer

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