Tea Cakes

"The past flutters down / from a rusted sieve...."

Tea Cakes

Tangled in you
My thoughts churn
Regrets interrupt me.
Am I dying? I ask.
Only the elderly
Spend long days
Rehashing the past.

Always you were there
At the end, no one else
Snowy heads together
Laughing and conspiring
Rocking chairs close.
I'll get tea, I mumble;
Not this dull ache.

The past flutters down
From a rusted sieve;
dusty flakes coat teacakes,
Staining cloth napkins.
I wipe up the grime.
How did we lose so much?
We’ve run out of time.

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