Black tea good nights

Brown bottle, black tea, no need for escape

Listening to her songs as they travel the wire

For 300 miles along every twisted barb in four strands

And the kids, laughing as they hear a lone thoughtful reply

Resting back against a tree, still she sings her good nights

As they each shout quiet, their long tall tales to a day

Something different when we hear them this way.

2 responses to “Black tea good nights

  1. Beautiful… Such a dreamy poetic imaginary… It seems as if your words were evoking the past, somehow… (Glittering reflections, black tea and memories).
    Very nice, dear Seann. All the best to you, Aquileana 😀

    • The dry air of the semi arid and desert country here, can allow one to hear voices, conversations, the weather from many miles away. Cheers, Aquileana 🙂

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