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“Order 263…263…!”
For Yue Wang Yidhna
And All Who Brew Morning Poetry for the World
You are neither barista nor priestess
Even though perhaps a little bit of both
You do not serve either McDonald or Tim
But rather the supplicants who approach
Who plead with you to offer them the Cup
Of transient peace and hope in this sad world
A layered paper chalice wherein is borne
Colombian savour, healing and warm
And it is from your hands that they receive
A special blessing, and strength for their day
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