A Place At The Poet's Table
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Susan Lacovara
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You graciously opened up
Your many mornings
And let me in
To sit at your global tables
Sentences and stories
Poured warm
As a well steeped tea
You nourished me
With the kindness
Of breaking bread
Thereby breaking down barriers
Of distance and dialects
You fed me sweetly full
With the syrup of acknowledgement
Acceptance into a community
Where pen and ink are tools
Not weapons
Where no one should hunger
To be heard
Bu şiiri puanla
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