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The mist is lighter now,
but still there is a heavy
heaviness feeling filling me inside,
like a lump in the throat or peanut butter
sandwich, I see;
Past, life, lives and coffeehouse musicians,
coffeehouse artists,
past and future and present,
I see what I want, what I have,
maybe what I will
I see you there, and I see my Father, my
Mother, her mother, and our friend-father
My Grandmother's
I see tea steaming alive in her living fuzzy
kitchen; books,
tables, and family love,
I want that English tea
and I want coffeehouse tea,
I want to sit with him and talk
and to remember Lionel's napkin