Evening Tea

February 16, 2009 § Leave a comment







Each night when the sky puts on
its coat of teal to meet the glowing golden orbs of 
parking lot (and city lights)
she slips on shoes to
make her way downstairs. 

Each step is counted, one and two, and on to ten until the 
final (and the biggest) takes her into night:
a handmaiden with steeping tea.

Moving quietly across the cooling asphalt until the curtain drops. 

A soft shape startles, melts into the darkness. She coos 
and humming low 
lays the battered tin of pellets beneath
a thorny dome.


                                                                                                                                               Photo credit: Judibo

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