lying on the ground
a cup of untouched mint tea 
oxidizing from ochre to black 

I put on a coat
stretch out on the balcony,
and wait for the mist

lirau

a day of soggy tea leaves

You left a cup of mint tea undrunk? I don't think we can be friends. :)

I love this picture. Streams of consciousness can sometimes be even more satisfying to read than structured poems, for sure.