painting it white

found

the former looked cream after thirty years in air

and wondered a while if it was actually cream initially

&

not white?

bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.

best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.

on looking at todays work
i see the spots are appearing

research is kind, we have tried many colours.


we ate the cake, yet not wishing to appear
greedy left a crumb.
for a bird.

like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a
happy time

dislike borders
representations of separation

i don’t use a teapot
but evidently many do,
and cosy up together.

they don’t squish teabags, have leaves,
and stewing on the gas ring,
like mother, reducing it to
poison on my tongue.

i like the leaves to look at,
smell, like the small packet
we used to have, paper lined
in those days.