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| "Slice of Green Apple", oil, by Cathleen Rehfeld |
He poured the last of his coffee
on the grass
and saw it soak in
and wondered where it went.
When he’s sleeping tonight,
will the coffee carry down
past stones and old sticks
in the soil, and will
the work of the earth
be to welcome it
with widespread arms
and wish it well,
this coffee coming
as a gift from a friend
who’s sleeping under
the shielding stars?
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