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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

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

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