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‘Hockey puck’ (or; A poet’s frame of reference)

I like to have my steaks done
‘like a hockey puck’.
Sometimes I actually say this
to the waiters (though
not in French restaurants, admittedly.)


In Ethiopia, some ‘baristas’
knock used coffee grounds
out onto the bare-earth floors.
Flat, round, and black.
‘Like a hockey puck,’ I tell people.


I used to play a lot of hockey.
The grass kind, though;
not the Canadian kind.
I have never once so much as
set foot on a ice rink.

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