2154: Morning | Frederick Smock

Jan 15, 2015 15:52

"Morning"
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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