Where There’s Tea

Rays of coral
caressing splintered floors.

Dust quivers.

peppermint, rosehip
ginger, chamomile.

Steam drifts from the mug
clouding over Liverpool.

Tree shivers.

Bold is the street;
the tea house, meek.

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