Even on a sorrowing day
would appear
filled with steaming hot tea
in a circle on the tray,
and whatever we were able
to say or not say,
the tray would be passed,
we would sip
in silence,
it was another way
lips could be speaking together,
opening on the hot rim,
swallowing in unison.
Photography credit: "Little white cups, a tray, and a textured porcelain pitcher," by Laurie Goldstein (originally color).
I can feel the communion.
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