Summary: <p>Today's poem is Ted Kooser's "Splitting an Order." </p><br><p>I like to watch an old man cutting a sandwich in half,</p><p>maybe an ordinary cold roast beef on whole wheat bread,</p><p>no pickles or onion, keeping his shaky hands steady</p><p>by placing his forearms firm on the edge of the table</p><p>and using both hands, the left to hold the sandwich in place,</p><p>and the right to cut it surely, corner to corner,</p><p>observing his progress through glasses that moments before</p><p>he wiped with his napkin, and then to see him lift half</p><p>onto the extra plate that he had asked the server to bring,</p><p>and then to wait, offering the plate to his wife</p><p>while she slowly unrolls her napkin and places her spoon,</p><p>her knife and her fork in their proper places,</p><p>then smoothes the starched white napkin over her knees</p><p>and meets his eyes and holds out both old hands to him.</p><br><hr><p style="color:grey;font-size:0.75em;"> See <a style="color:grey;" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://acast.com/privacy">acast.com/privacy</a> for privacy and opt-out information.</p>
