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Alone in this big house
The table set for dinner--
One white bowl
Filled with soup and rice
Sits at my place.
One spoon
One napkin.
Your presence zaps this house
Floats in and out
A silent ghost
As if doors and windows
Even walls
Were non-existent.
I listen
Turn my head
To confront only air.
Over air
Faltering feet
Step.
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