fingers light on the smooth white
inside of the cupboard door.
Tucking red hair behind your ear,
you recited them:
"Darjeeling," (drawing out the "ing")
"Mood Mender," (stressing the "M"s)
and "China Black...?"
You carefully fold back the little flaps
of one lucky box.
"Mmmm, smell that," you almost whisper.
Then, the kettle whistling,
the pretty, empty teacups on the table,
and you, with a cat's cool,
Exactly 75 words for Margaret Bednar's "Play It Again, Toads #15. The photograph at top is hers. I selected Mama Zen's Words Count from last December 10th, asking for the use of homophones. (Are they some kind of specialty cell phone? I've got to get my hands on one!)