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The long flow of honey
From a spoon
Into a cup of chai,
The slow motion of ripples
On the black tea
The immovable moment of morning,
A still life of pastry and china –
And I sip
Sounds of church bells,
And my night dreams
Flow down
Like the rain in Tarkovsky’s films,
Everything seems in order
As the Internet and the ants
Keep rolling
Towards the sky and the crowns
Of cypress trees…
Painting “Quadretto ciniko”, pencil, pen, fat pastel, 29×21, Sara Maino 2022