Tea for Two…or Three or Four
They drank tea, and then went to the garden for posed fight picture.
A coffee shop. A bar. A cafe. Your own dining room. The couch that sinks just the right way.
The cup is green with swirls; the mug has blue flowers on it; it’s the one that’s actually pottery.
Some natural light, a breeze, a fan, and the front porch.
The book is yellow with swirls; the book has blue flowers on it; it’s the one that’s actually literature
A pair of sandals. Crocs. Your own bare feet that sink into the earth just the right way.
The morning is green with a breeze that swirls through the air; and then there is you.
A barrista. My lover. My friend makes it just the right way.
The day is new every day.