O. C. Woods
Cupa Tea - Poem by O. C. Woods
When oustide winds bites the minus fifteen
when the Sun seems frozen yellow killing green
I pour the precious beverage from Denton, Eng
from hot to flavoured with living room and Summer eves evergreen [nostalgia]
a drink from the mandarine cup for time to stand and come back from [past memory]
dark in cup remembers the paths we laughed along Mancunia
no milk for me but sometimes I yield
and add it to breathe your house and words
I want to keep seeing you, to drink our history
never surrender against your ghosts from past into recovery.
For O.W and these days you gave to us...
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