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Soda Crackers
By Raymond Carver

You soda crackers! I remember
when I arrived here in the rain, 
whipped out and alone. 
How we shared the aloneness
and quiet of this house. 
And the doubt that held me
from fingers to toes
as I took you out
of your cellophane wrapping
and ate you, meditatively, 
at the kitchen table
that first night with cheese, 
and mushroom soup. Now, 
a month later to the day, 
an important part of us
is still here. I'm fine. 
And you—I'm proud of you, too. 
You're even getting remarked 
on in print! Every soda cracker
should be so lucky. 
We've done all right for
ourselves. Listen to me. 
I never thought 
I could go on like this
about soda crackers. 
But I tell you
the clear sunshiny 
days are here, at last.