( to B. M. )
In the ritualyou hold
between the words
and the cigarette smoke
you sweeten your coffee
with 33 sugar grains
Through you centuries
pass
grooving the lines
of the saints' faces in the carvings
as the light
plays through your fingers
Lydia
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