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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