Sitting there on the table, drinking tea
I am just a dot
sometimes needed and sometimes not
I was dispersing like smoke
Scattered like wind
a fist full of colour or a misty smog
dying the sky or a summer song
like in the morn
I saw when and it was not
when, it was W H E N
and I kept thinking, is it when or it is not
like the year before I saw the same quilt
there were beautiful flowers on it
and it was the first time I saw them
sitting there on the table drinking tea
I was there and I was not
like a puff of smoke floating in the air
I am and I am not.
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