TEA FOR TWO ON A SUMMER AFTERNOON

IT WAS A TEA FOR TWO
KIND OF AFTERNOON, NO MORE,
NO LESS, JUST TWO. ALL WAS
LOOKING GOOD, A PERFECT
DAY, A VIEW OF BLUE SKY,
A FEW COTTON KIND
OF CLOUDS,
TREES
WITH LEAVES ENOUGH TO SHADE OUR EYES FROM UV RAYS. ALL WAS READY, JUST RIGHT, NOTHING EXTRA AND NOTHING MISSING. IT WAS A PERFECT SETTING DESPITE THE MISSING CUP. TEA FOR TWO HAD BEEN SERVED FOR TWENTY
YEARS OR MORE. WHICH ONE WOULD I BE TODAY I ASKED WITHOUT A SMILE, THE GUEST OR HOST? IT WAS AN AGED KIND OF QUESTION, ONE I HAD BEEN ASKING NOBODY BUT MYSELF.