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POEM: tea on the windowsill

tea on the windowsill
(for Kate)

every night before bed
she puts the kettle on
waits for the water to boil
pours herself a cup of tea
carries it into the bedroom
leaves it on the sill to cool
in the morning he takes the cup
pours the untasted tea into the sink
thinks of her
smiles

Published in My poems Poetry

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