An Afternoon with Earl Gray

An Afternoon with Earl Gray

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A sip.
Hm, a bit too much milk.

Ripples amid the gray pond;
Stomach lurches;
I toss down some more.

Beyond the still-rippling surface
I see the ants below

It is a conviction
so I tear off my watch,
second hand
audibly ticking -
A bomb.

I throw it
and it lands among them.
Too busy to care.

I frown.
Another sip.
Another frown.

My tea follows
the watch.

My back hears
the clatter
as I return
to my broken house.

© 2011

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He is busy, sad, rushed. It's a lovely poem though. I tried Earl Gray, I didn't care for it but it has some wonderful, healthy properties, I'm told.

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