Table for Four

oh, to be the sparrows
who dine
at this table

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4 thoughts on “Table for Four

  1. caught in the cut glass

    the passerines kiss
    the color of light past
    the points of no return
    so we burn
    wicks and wax
    to no end
    putting together
    pieces of a mosaic hole
    our hands goes up
    our eyes take hold
    excuse us waiter
    would you bring
    us another
    bottle here
    we are so near
    the spill
    of what
    laughter shares
    when old goes back
    into being new again

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