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Steam cools in cobbles on thin glass above dead pressed mulch, coarse and boggy, near dry silt laced like foam on salty sea. Between one coffee and the next, forgotten grounds fire their broken dust, remember a hot, earthy cellar, a clay oven, in cold water clearing the cold cup.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Pressed
Steam cools in cobbles on thin glass above dead pressed mulch, coarse and boggy, near dry silt laced like foam on salty sea. Between one coffee and the next, forgotten grounds fire their broken dust, remember a hot, earthy cellar, a clay oven, in cold water clearing the cold cup.
In memory of Seamus Heaney.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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