Quite like you
to assemble odd stuff
held together
by a thread of oriental love
for the ancient silk
A wooden tray holds
a book of poesy,
perhaps the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam,With ;

the message: Live in the Present

The wine helps.

two silver spoons casually thrown,
probably some family heirloom,
and lost in an imaginary world of
another brand of reality
a butterfly hovers over it all
on brittle wings of dreams.
And oh yes; how could I fail to notice
The empty cup of tea?

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