Roman

Fast Tea is No Time

Hurry is tea without milk
only leaving, no stay and talk
and taste. How many hours
are burned in a fire when they
might have stayed in their box
of matched pairs, unstruck, 
gathering in sight and scent
in darkness, unburnt,
halogen anyway. Me,
ander, a connecting clause,
pausing again to consider
what might best be
which vest will deny
any jest
and button up
my suit of calm
by one degree
and freedom.