Oasis
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Max Reif
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A cup of chai,
An outdoor table
Sheltered from
The rain,
Brief refuge
From procession
In the endless
Human caravan.
I sit and sip.
My ancient eyes
Begin to rise.
One needs to sip
Existence now and then:
Tomorrow I'll strap on
My burden and resume
My place in the parade.
copyright 2004 by Max Reif
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