Our broken blender,
stainless steel and spotless glass,
kept its pride of place
on the black marble countertop
for a full decade –
a household deity, sadly defunct.
So one day I decide
to take it to where superannuated
blenders go – but
in a gesture of not quite farewell
I plug it in and
turn the knob one final time.
A shudder, a shake,
a rattle, a rumble: a resurrection
right here in the kitchen.
And the blender, reinstated, sits
in its corner,
a serene benevolent buddha
surveying our comings
and goings as we near our own
fatal malfunction,
and from time to time rouses
itself, roars into life,
regales us with a raspberry shake
and a message:
You may feel faulty or rusty,
a reject –
but hey, why not give it
one last whirl
before someone pulls the plug.
(The line in a gesture of not quite farewell
was lifted from Robert Rehder’s On the
Nature of Physical Law)
The line “in a gesture of not quite farewell”
was lifted from Robert Rehder’s
On the Nature of Physical Law
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