this poem's an invitation
a welcome mat
the porch light's on
here's a hook for your hat
the door is open
the kettle plugged in
the strudel is cooling
anytime, we'll begin
chairs i have many
a few cushions too
everything's laundered
and waiting for you
be you fear, be you sorrow
be you many or few
the bramble's been trimmed
just make your way through
where i will be waiting
as still as the lake
i welcome you all
here, have some cake
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