Dawn, again….

“Nearly dawn, I’m watching the trees

march out of the night . . .

 . . . the dogs

twitch in final dreams . . .

The tea leaves in their white paper pouch . . .

the taste of the leaves

hot on my tongue.”

  

Excerpts from “Tea” by Leslie Harrison, , from Displacement: Poems. © Mariner Books, 2009.

As posted by Phyllis Cole-Dai on Mar 20, 2014, on her blog:

http://www.ayearofbeinghere.com/

You can say, hey, the trees, the dogs, the tea….yeah, same old, same old….but I don't mind feeling the solitary thrill, at dawn, again….

  

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