focus
April 22nd, 2005 by adriene
focus
my dear friend
where have you gone
i vaguely recollect a time
when the honor of your presence
didn’t require steeped, fermented tea leaves
[with sugar and milk]
perhaps
once i’ve cleared the table
a bit
you’ll return of your own volition
until then
my elusive friend
will that be one lump
or two?
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