Max Reif - (07new!) Faith
PoemHunter.com
2014-11-07
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The buffet opens
and no one comes.
The waiters stand around
in their white shirts
crisp as the tablecloths.
The food is the day's offering,
regardless of its fate,
and a poet
sits at his table drinking tea,
scrawling in his notebook
another sacrament of words.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/07new-faith/
and no one comes.
The waiters stand around
in their white shirts
crisp as the tablecloths.
The food is the day's offering,
regardless of its fate,
and a poet
sits at his table drinking tea,
scrawling in his notebook
another sacrament of words.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/07new-faith/
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