Pouring Spouts Of Steaming Tea Poem by Anders Erik Johnson

Pouring spouts of steaming tea
into my tea cup near me
and the little bright cow
on the mug
staring at me
with a flower in his mouth
smug
and yellow with glee

steaming words wisp by my closed eyes
that come from depths of compromise
and time lost on chasing love
that turned to a night time croaking of a frog

It's not all in vain
I knew it watching children play
and then smoke at a park bench
watching videos on their phones
in Mosnita one day

The tea, it's hot, not lukewarm or not cold
meaning I'm moving as I should