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One Lonely Afternoon

 Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.
And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.
Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep thoughts as I am.
But I lay this aside for the easy company of an afternoon friendship.
I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though, had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.
And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water together.
The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking out of mine .

Poem by Russell Edson
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