I come back
for promise.
The tea leaves
told me it would be
all it should be.
My bags were packed
the same way a child packs a bag,
everything vital
was left
on
the
bed.
I took satisfying trinkets
because pollution
dulls.
Oh,
I
am
at
your doorstep
once
more.
The lady in the techni-colored
shawl
with eyes like a rainbow,
brought the water to a boil,
dropped in the leaves,
told me
my future
would be ready
in a second,
I'd know everything in due time,
and it was.
The tea leaves told me
in a raspy, Pall Mall
voice
that everything was going
to be
all it should be.
So,
here I am,
at your doorstep,
and everything vital
hums through woven lips
on your bed.
I have come for a teddy bear
that I have hugged
too long.