The Parsley Sage
heavy-footed
he tramps his
wisdom on her
renaissance carpet
she gives him
thick coffee and
sits him in a chair
far too small
he stares about
the room & talks
about nothing in
particular, but
thinking all the
time about time
she smiles and
does not understand
he clutters out
confused by her
incomprehension
stumbling over his
tears.
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