In A Tea Room Poem by Loreta Muskardin

In A Tea Room

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High tea time and
I don't know the customs
You show me subtly
which tea sandwich to taste
and in gratitude I dropp
a napkin on the floor
only to kneel,
to lift it up
with lowered eyes.

Saturday, September 8, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: customs
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