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Cold Tea


Come upon later,
like a dream recalled at lunchtime.

Dark as deep water, bone cold.
Where is she now; the woman

who poured into a white cup?
She was standing on the lip

of the whole river with her plan
when the current called her and she had to

go: answer the knocking
that she in her not-knowing

called interruption.


Sarah Pemberton Strong

Tour of the Breath Gallery
Texas Tech University Press


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