In my forty fifth year
I see the accretions
of memories and deeds
like the sediment of green tea
the wisp of its steam
carrying forward the vaguely familiar.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Repetition
In my forty fifth year
I see the accretions
of memories and deeds
like the sediment of green tea
the wisp of its steam
carrying forward the vaguely familiar.
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