Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Table by the Window


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  1. Morning
    by Frederick Smock

    All year long there is
    the table by the window,
    blue cups with white rims,
    the black teapot.

    There are sometimes flowers,
    when we remember.
    There are paisley napkins,
    and always oranges.

    The window looks down
    into a courtyard,
    and sometimes up
    into blue sky.

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  2. I'm on a still life kick lately.

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