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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