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A little weathered
Some worn
Permeated with the energies
Of all its users
Mottled by small fountains
Of tea, running
Smoothly
Sparklingly
From it
Into
Cups held by
Treasured companions,
It stands
Comfortably
In this garden nitch
Where we finally placed it
Having tried first
Both porch and patio
And then at last
Agreeing delightedly
How could we not have seen
How perfectly
It belonged here with us
In the gazebo?…
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
