Tea

Each pattern woven

adds another burden

to the choices

before each witness.

And in the

end, all that’s

left is to

stroll into the

kitchen and brew

a warming cup

of cha, and

savour each rousing

flower popping inside

your waking head.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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