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It happens, sometimes,

the waiter notices

that your glass

is half empty

and so he walks over

with the bottle of champagne

and fills it again, and then

when it’s half empty

he fills it again,

and again,

and a whole morning

can pass just like this

sitting in the window

on a generous sofa

across from a friend—

outside the snow falls

on the newly green leaves

and inside,

though we plumb

the layers

of fear and loss,

it’s increasingly

hard to believe

in a glass ever being

half empty.




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