Setting The Table
by Dorothy Aldis
When the house is quiet
To spread the white
Smooth cloth and put the flower on the table.
I place the knives and forks around
Without a sound.
I light the candles.
I love to see
Their small reflected torches shine
Against the greenness of the vine
Is that the mignonette, I wonder,
Smells so sweet?
And then I call them in to eat.
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