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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Simon Perchik


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One cup kept empty and side by side
as if forgiveness is a service
due when you shake the dust off

and the other overflows with coffee
heats your mouth with lips
that blacken when one hand

is grasped by the other and the spill
towed to where the dead overflow
as evenings :an entitlement

that returns the darkness
before the sun comes back
brings the light that once was water

fills this small cup with a morning
you will clear with a soft rag
holding it close to the wooden table.