And here we
Will laugh in the gentle light coming through the slanted glass louvres,
Will smile at the smiles of passing folk who smile at our smiling,
Will drift, within this cheer, within,
But, most of all, will plot and write…
With tea…
©Stephen Tanham
I enjoyed this poem, Steve.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Roberta. A simple thought to go with the photo. Taken in an arcade in Melbourne. 😎
LikeLike
Always with tea, Steve…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed, Jaye, indeed! 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
The observer, observed. Nice, Steve.
LikeLike
Thank you, Ken.
LikeLiked by 1 person