The ritual of dinners <br />Beneath the weight of twilight <br />The table-cloth, <br />Soaked with the smell of little dinners, <br />Curls <br />Around the old man of useless tears: <br />Time.<br /><br />Raquel Angel Nagler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/habit-3-2/
