The Breeze

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Can one celebrate motion
and yet champion calm
Can one take 
and yet still honor love

And yes, speaking of love
how does one take their tea
Black as eve’ 
or with honey, my love

The Vast

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 Each day at dawn

May I pour your tea

With increasingly steady hand

Deliver it to you

Standing

There

If I reach up

With fingertip brush the silvery dust of your crown

To my temple

Smooth

Then

Will you bid me back tomorrow 

when i wake

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Some One
in the Kitchen
boiling Water 
Beside me

with a Light on
with a warm Voice
with a Penchant 
for Chai tea 

wanting Details
frOm my dreaming
so to Use them
Against me

Late Or

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I keep spilling tea

I don’t mind that I do

It is so Amber

Amber and peaceful running down my arm

Maybe it’s just late

Or that I could be clumsy

Clumsy and so cold

And I want the warmth

But I keep spilling tea

Pallasite Cufflinks

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Wear pallasite cufflinks to tea

Solely so

That when you speak to me

In conversation,

And I hear

The soft, tenor timbre

Of your voice

Against a backdrop

Of silver teaspoons

Accidentally clanging

Against fine, bone china,

I’ll be reminded

Each time you lift your cup

To your lips

Of the laughable thought

That you are of this world.