At The Table They Sat. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
At The Table They Sat.
At the table they sat.
At the table spoke not.
At the table they blanked.
Looked bleak.
Looked askance
Indirect focusing.
But ah! sharp were the Brains
Till rare drinking at last, one spoke
And then another
And then rosary bead of Aphorisms
And Wisdom floating there, at home.
Monday, October 30, 2023
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