On the table
Scraps of books
Untrue confessions
Unwilling spines
Glass of water
Unready to be sunk
Into lips unable
To understand what unsteadiness
Means
On the coffee table
Reading material
For other nights
Other eyes
Folded arms
Folded day
In the long glass, water
The clearest part
Of our evening.
Richard G Berg
March 2022
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