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The Invitation
I will be at the cafe
across from the pier
with a coffee
and a buttery croissant.
I have kept a place
for you, a sunlit table
and prepared a view
with small boats moored
in a mirrored calm, birds
wading the shallows
and clouds drifting across
a tinted morning sky.
Too deep in your silence,
I know you will not come
but I shall wait here
on the other side of the page,
words away, yet near
Copyright ©
Paul Willason
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