soup season

it's soup
season, she says,
standing at the stove
throwing
carrots
and potatoes
into a simmering
broth.
I love soup,
she says,
sweating
as she cuts
more celery
and onions.
it'll be ready
in a few
hours. you look
at your watch
and tell
her i'll be
back shortly,
grabbing
your keys,
your wallet
and hat,
heading straight
to the burger
shop.