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green and white teas
(drinking books in the rain)
reading, smoking
ash falling in tea
(rain falling in tea)
more drinking
wine drunk (in the meantime)
porch sitting
in daylight
thinking
garden wise…
(knee deep in white pages)
beneath the gray
the green
bees seek refuge in me
(one with a sting seems glad I came)
honey in tea
but, too sweet…
(sunbeams betray the rain to me)
white blossoms sag with the weight
those too hurried to wait
leave long white sprays behind…
. . .
(one bee clings to the
column to outlast the rain,
others pay no mind)
-Robert Williams
Poem of the Month 
thank you…
i miss this one…
-b