A proper stir fry demands
ten thousand precise cuts.
And yet,
I‘ve never been shown
how to oil a stone.
I’ve never stood, scallion
on a stool, tranced
and low angled on novaculite,
as a master sheer-hummed
a blade — silent in rote osmosis —
the preparation,
not one of cups and fat,
not one of bird chilis and ginger,
not one of sear,
but the long honed edges
of countless knives.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Devon, one of your finer pieces… an exceptional flow of deep thoughts. Marvelously crafted.
Thank you Lance. I really appreciate it. Stay Safe!
D
My sincere pleasure, Devon. Thanks- you as well.
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