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.
Off to the country we ride
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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)