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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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tea time

a prayer in silence
upon grandfather's grass mat

an ice cold wind comes,
the loose storm window rattles.

now a new prayer starts
for all my ancestors souls

a candle is lit
green tea is poured in small cups

the dead do not drink
but I do and remember
when there was no candle here.


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