morning
it tastes like silver
the morning
amidst the garden's
pallor
in the corner
are snow-dusted shadows.
in flowerpots
the absence of jasmine.
by concha méndez (1898-1986)
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greg, chanda and i had breakfast together before greg and i went out to meet his friend who has been in town visiting for a few days.
greg is the official breakfast egg maker . .
(making sunny side up eggs)
and then we were out into the rainy day to meet his friend peggy at chelsea piers (she had been on a cruise around the island with her traveling companions).
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