haiku


Methos

I read your tea leaves
And see the future in the
Patterns of dead things

Duncan
Dry tea leaf, fragrant
With possibility waits
Like me for you, love

Methos
Tea in the morning
Steam, tongue, lips, skin, sweat. Cups
Set by for later

Duncan
The last leaf rattles
Dry in the box, fragrant with
Scents of simpler times



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