a rim of sorrow<\/p>\n
circles my cup<\/p>\n
my mouth hesitates there<\/p>\n
unhappy with the words<\/p>\n
that have come of late<\/p>\n
unhappy with the way time has caught us<\/p>\n
pinioned by our separate desires<\/p>\n
miserable and weeping in our tea<\/p>\n
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is this the song we sing then<\/p>\n
a song of parting<\/p>\n
nettled with despair<\/p>\n
or will we continue sitting<\/p>\n
brittle and blank as new eggs<\/p>\n
buttering our toast<\/p>\n
swallowing in grim gulps<\/p>\n
sipping at our tea<\/p>\n
my fortune eludes me<\/p>\n
there are no leaves to read<\/p>\n
within my cup<\/p>\n
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Published in:<\/p>\n
Voices International (winter 1982)<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
a rim of sorrow circles my cup my mouth hesitates there unhappy with the words that have come of late unhappy with the way time has caught us pinioned by our separate desires miserable and weeping in our tea is this the song we sing then a song of parting nettled with despair or … <\/p>\n