Miss Tee - Poem by Ray Anyasi

He found the pearl-eyed dame across the aisle
And on her thus poured a watch for a while.
She chased Hypnos from him, his dear miss Tee.
For her I could travel a thousand mile

Or walk down the street with my feet dusty,
Just hunting the promise of vanished bile.
I see me soon old, pondering on my tea,
Content that I loved hard and made no guile.

For Tricia, Theresa, I’m not hasty.
For we shall take the world, Niger to Nile.
From this Eko to Venice to Haiti,
That Aphrodite canst but beam pleasant smile.

For Tricia, Theresa, I’m not hasty.
For now and ever you are my miss Tee.