Troubled tea time.

The afternoon whizzed around my head.
the arms of Sun tightly holding to my sticky body.
in the thick air I saw honey shade ---
hovering, buzzing; and wanted tea.
the craving hit my face with each
sigh of wind --- ah. ah. ah.
singing legato. singing high.
as I stepped inside the genre changed.
step, stomp, creak, bang. big band swing
assisted me inside the house, through the door.
staccato bass notes followed me,
thumping around the kitchen, until
I found the mugs. --- then cradling in my hand
its porcelain figure: I stepped out of rhythm.
water, microwave, ~ momentary vocal hum.
Mm, almost prepared, the beige liquid escape.
now only to find by memory the vase and spoon.
slide, slam. slide, slam. reach ... scrape. scurry.

Oh. I'm out of sugar. :[

(c) Novalyn Grace RRL
11.11.07