Having tea with you
In the hot afternoon of a 3 o’clock sun,
I enjoy a mint ice-tea with you
under a café umbrella.
Our words flow freely like teaspoons of sugar,
like the wonderful moment of affection,
like time floats when we’re together,
like the orienting joy in our smiles
across a boarder easy to acquiesce,
or the lovely delight of innuendo,
or the charm of imperfection,
just two people talking
people passing by,
one and another.
Nothing between us,
nothing at all but
a brilliance.
Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park
