harborside tea—
a room borne to heirlooms
and summer light /kk
cinnamon and spice—
the sound of children playing /jd
whistling kettle—
fat old Balinese cat,
only one ear twitches /kk
lemon slices—
two steaming porcelain cups
on a linen cloth /jd
late night with Earl Grey—
claw-foot tub almost full /kk
in my dreams
I captain the Frigate Tea Cup—
off to Ceylon /jd
