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A cup of chai,
An outdoor table
Sheltered from
The rain,

Brief refuge
From procession
In the endless
Human caravan.

I sit and sip.
My ancient eyes
Begin to rise.

One needs to sip
Existence now and then:
Tomorrow I'll strap on
My burden and resume
My place in the parade.

copyright 2004 by Max Reif

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Comments (2)

Damn, Max... I really enjoy your poetry! dan
Max, This poem is beautiful in it's simplicity and succeeds in bringing me right there with you...Gainor