Scent of Darjeeling
escapes through
the poem’s cup—
from miles away
you smell it,
twist of citrus,
muscatel—
try telling your thirst
it’s just words,
the delicate
flowering in the air,
the warmth
of the cup,
the fruit
making merry
on your tongue.
A lovely poem….in all respects! I can smell it…taste it…. Thanks, Rosemerry!
Happy to share a cup with you in different rooms together!
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From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, December 10, 2017 at 5:57 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Damn Thirsty”