Like dough, like steels

    In the kitchen,
full of flour
singing, kneading, folding
sourdough to make all rise
        to strength with strength
while dancing,
we enfold
    in the evening bakery;
being united in love, we are

    In the kitchen
forging steel
cross-strengthening with
real bonds of sharp’ning love
        that brighten the blade
with singing
and every sleeve-brush
    in the evening smith;
being so closely forged, we are

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