Deciduous

Sea Said

And feeling an exceptionally
Deciduous phase
I peeled my skin
To other days

You were there
And I was too
In my flat
As winter grew

We had tea
On wooden chairs
Spoke in symbols
On two squares

You told a tale
Of another Sea
My presence pale
In poverty

The fruit on plates
Mocked farm hands
From the States
No foreign lands

The music calm
As I disrobe
On your palm
You spun the globe

Just a memory
All but lost
I’m brewing tea
In morning frost

And feeling an exceptionally
Deciduous phase
Pouring tea
As my pen strays

With fruit on plates
In poverty
Another now waits
To sip your tea

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