A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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BREAKFAST
T
he unseen breakfast
Deep communion
Patience
A silken stillness
Worn by the cat
Hunger appeased
Spoon by spoon
Tea circling
A clock
Stakes out the silence.
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