Such a tiny inn, this heart —
with its four rooms and thick walls,
with its doors contoured such
that wastrels and waifs, lingering not
must pass through unsated,
unkempt, as neither table
nor chair, neither platter nor
cup, neither candle nor bed,
nor ewer nor bowl,
invites such leisure
as to rest and small
comforts take.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 