Tea reading

In my pictures visions,

I see.

The meaning of which

is lost to me.

 

Tea readers,

perhaps could tell,

the secrets these

pictures know so well.

 

Why the silver door knob?

or the key whole I see.

Or the written J that floats

to me.

 

Abstract dreams

designed for me.

Perhaps,

a memory,

I see.

 

Perhaps my glass

is like a well.

To deep to look,

to deep to tell.

 

In my pictures visions,

I see.

The meaning of which

is lost to me.

 

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Photograph of a clear Brandy glass with a small amount of water on a shiny wood surface, high back lighting for shadows and flash on a cell phone camera. Inverted and cropped.

 

 

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