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Jul/Aug 2001 Poetry Special Feature

Still Life, Coffee House

by Taylor Graham


 

Still Life, Coffee House

Thursday morning moves on its
parallel tracks of light:
you at the window table, an emptied
cup of espresso, the first
eight pages read, so many plans;
and, out on the street, a whisper
in the elms, neither breeze
nor birdsong.

 

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