09-27-2014, 01:01 PM
the edited version (i am keeping quaint):
I am sitting in this quaint tea stall,
tinned roof noisy in the January breeze
a few wooden benches, kettle boiling
in the corner with the brew
and the rising flavor of ginger
The tea boy comes
with tea in a scuffed glass,
a layer of froth on the top.
I sip, look at the Mexican Lilac tree,
its branches spread out like the legs of a spider.
A group of Japanese tourists come in;
one sits next to me and looks down at the
carpet of pink petals. He
starts a conversation and we talk about
Japan and cherry blossoms
I am sitting in this quaint tea stall,
tinned roof noisy in the January breeze
a few wooden benches, kettle boiling
in the corner with the brew
and the rising flavor of ginger
The tea boy comes
with tea in a scuffed glass,
a layer of froth on the top.
I sip, look at the Mexican Lilac tree,
its branches spread out like the legs of a spider.
A group of Japanese tourists come in;
one sits next to me and looks down at the
carpet of pink petals. He
starts a conversation and we talk about
Japan and cherry blossoms