(Tea at Furlongs by Eric Ravilious, 1903-1942, English
engraver, artist, and official war painter during World
War II)
THE EMPEROR
She sends me a text
she’s coming home
the train emerges
from underground
I light the fire under
the pot, I pour her
a glass of wine
I fold a napkin under
a little fork
the wind blows the rain
into the windows
the emperor himself
is not this happy
~ Matthew Rohrer, born in 1970, American poet
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