Dumplings

On Wednesdays we sit
my foot resting against your calf
under the table
over plates of pan-fried dumplings
and a steaming bowl of soup

And I want to say how much
I need this
the gentle thing finding its way
between us
as we laugh
and tell our stories
of love's disappointment
the children we are raising
and a future so uncertain
I cannot name it

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