Sunday, March 3, 2013


As I brewed a 
cup of coffee
In a trance  
boiled milk for
two cups of tea.

I contemplated on 
celestial properties
Of a  ginger
(Influenced by Neruda’s piece on lemon)
And ironically crushed none
 in the tea..

I dipped the biscuits
Ate them all mushy..
rescuing them in time
from a plunge in the coffee..

Alone I mused 
over this 
Life of  little
trapped unapologetically
in an unparalleled wee..

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