Thursday, October 29, 2015


My new morning tea bar with an exquisite view.  Where only loose-leaf tea is brewed.  Where pen & glasses are full of reflection.  Just what pages love to absorb. Of course, plates love to reflect food's flavors & colors.  Textures, too. Poems are no different. They love an exquisite view and a cup of freshly brewed loose-leaf tea.  And the open road of pages.  Sun or moon a plus.

1 comment:

  1. Off to the country we ride
    I think of my sister, her hands in paint

    Scores of women, parades of them in the fog
    Intersection of the absolutes, on an unimaginable scale

    I wanted bliss to wash over the unfortunate
    So many trials by the washbasin

    A simple change of guard
    bayonets glittering clean

    (cp 449 from June 2010, Constellations)