this table, a time machine,
where I have met each morning
since our first acquaintance
when it was acquired many moons ago
each morning, my tea and book,
paper and pen, to-do list,
scrap of poetry, a letter to mail,
time spent in present hours
this table, where my mornings stay,
has looked out upon seasons, now past
landscapes, worlds, years of joy and sadness,
time cycles in its change and recovery
future arrives at this table each morning
present into past as I sip my tea
past present future
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