Sunday, 9 March 2008

Empty Chairs and Empty Tables



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Anonymous said...

Empty tables’ pulsing hearts that shine,
Slanting with the balustrade
And brass the buckles on long-gone
Belts that strain with wafer slims.

Dressed with questions,
My tears, blue as the room is new
Are clear now for empty chairs.
With brother’s love, and saucer
Full of mints to give