Late Fall Brew
–—It belongs to memory We set the table anyway,not out of hope,but out of habit.A plate where laughter used to sit,a glass…
Late Fall Brew
–I arrive without footsteps,yet everyone feels me near.I sit at every table,though no chair is set for me here. I can sweeten…
Late Fall Brew
–I arrive before the feast,but I’m gone before the prayer.I bring everyone together,yet I’m never actually there. I fill the room with…
Late Fall Brew
–I strut in sunshine, proud and round,a crown of bronze upon the ground.But come the day of thanks and feast,the host remembers…
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