by Denis J. Ryan Harman
(Dahlonega, Georgia, USA)
SHE SAT QUIETLY SIPPING TEA
FROM A PORCELAIN CUP
WITH HER HEAD EVER SO SLIGHTLY
TILTED TO THE SIDE
WITH A FIXED GAZE LOOKING PAST THE
SUNLIT WINDOW AS IF
PRESENTLY SOMEONE SHE KNEW WOULD BE COMING
RISING FROM HER CHAIR CLEANING THE TABLE
SAVE FOR ONE CUP AND SAUCER
WHICH NOW GLIMMERING IN THE RISING SUN
SHOWED A TINY WEB
OF UNKNOWN TIME
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