The Tea Shop
At world's end, or more accurately,
where the world ceases to matter,
I watch the evening slowly die,
its agonized hands pressed against the unfeeling blue
In the tea shop echoes
on lives lived together.
A stranger am I,
but drawn by this laughter,
I feel here, at world's end,
I have found a home.
Adreyo Sen is pursuing an MFA at Southampton College.
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