Hash

You bring the meat
and I, the potatoes.
We'll slice each section
until we make one meal.
We'll sling fighting food
through discussed dicers
and watch the melody
as heat rises and falls.
It takes a while
while we work together.
We strive to feed the other
with everything we have.
Knives can slip
but we come to cook not cut.
We gather to the table hungry
with food browned just right.
With sit with our work
and become company.
We're always happy and full
after a good hash.


Dedicated to Lyndsay, because we fight well.