Red terracotta brick silently strong below
Porcelain that clinks, prettily.
No one notices. Tiny feet
Sneak across the dusty floor.
Grab a cookie from the plain red jar
While silk clad figures
Debate over tea whether
The way things have always been done still works.
Behind a shadowy screen, wide eyes watch
Like we always do.
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great poems, thank you
Nice job! And looking in your sidebar, it seems we follow many of the same blogs. Great taste in bloggers, then, too. 🙂