I said a prayer,
then meditated.
Tea brewed with
Orange Pekoe teabags
is hot, dark, and ready.
While out for a walk,
I bought chewing gum
from a vending machine
near the main railway station.
I chewed gum all the way home.
Through the window,
children are playing.
I realize something
is bothering me.
I do not share the joy
of playing children.
Instead, I'm on retreat,
as ice cubes crack
with the heat of the tea,
before I sit at the typewriter.
~ Mainz, Germany, May 30, 1977
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