Still Life

The folded napkin
is exquisite
over the saucer
with a corner
of green counter top
distorted through glass.
The cup is half,
and steam still rises
above paper
and envelope.

Words in ink move,
and state intention
beyond corpse of thought.
On the envelope
is a stamp. On the stamp,
a still life: two pears,
one superimposed
over the other.

In the café
conversations are
told familiar
from the centuries.
Outside an empty
paper cup blows past.
Feet from somewhere
scurry to catch it.

On the table of
a night and morning life
is a summer’s collection
of unopened mail,
unmailed openings,
glasses that held liquor
and mugs that held coffee.

What is seen beyond
this half-reflection
in the window?
Words in ink move
and state intention.
But the seated mind
returns to the reflection.

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