into a cup of tea
between her manicured fingers
a hand-rolled cigarette
paper, filter and rich golden tobacco
curl of grey blue smoke
passing squinting blue eyes
mingling with bottle blonde
pearly whites gleaming
showing between broadly smiling lips
with those rehydrated leaves
what did she share:
how to prune the blue rose in the front garden
the perfect gin verses tonic balance
perhaps her desire to see me succeed
Nah, it would be none of those things
She was always very willing
to impart that from the rooftop
I know what it was.
it’s what it always was when I asked
the bread and pudding recipe
ReplyDeleteI like it that
mortality is a constant
the same as
a good bread & pudding recipe
the one will feed the other
Haha. Maybe next time you're in Canberra I'll make some (took me six months, but i figured it out)
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