Poetry

this teapot

will live on

long after me

and someone else

will pour the tea

and maybe

for a fleeting moment

see my image

think of me

there pouring tea

and then the talk

will flow and wash away

the flotsam thought

and they will sit there

drinking tea

around my teapot

without me.

January 2008

First published in Cyclamens and Swords,

November 2008