For Jim with love, admiration,
and a warm hug...
a soft thank you.
We swirl in the amber
scented jasmine, sheer
gentle waves lapping
against the edge,
in a delicate pot
of red clay.
Steeping time
and memories,
we dream.
We cling
to the bowl, seep
into the earthen soul,
and remain
elemental.
Oxygen of two;
Pastel light, haze
on drifting steam,
we are the silk
of mystery,
reflections
simmering
as potted tea.
CopyRight ~haze
11/10/99
Poetry On Black Vinyl
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