Once again I have to thank the Secret Poets for their vision and support. We had a productive meeting last Friday and with their help I revised today's poem. You can read the earlier version here.
DEATH AND TEABAGS
I hear of two so search for the third
as death always comes in threes
this is a hard and fast law
my mother steered our family by such stars
bad things can happen any time
tea leaves held clues
she could interrogate for omens
but none were as accurate as
Co-Op Indian Prince Assam
she never held with teabags
until she was old
and the cataracts had clouded her eyes
until the Co-Op shut
all three shops in the town
one after another just like that
The last line has gone and the spacing has been changed which I feel allows the poem to breathe. Thank you Secrets.
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Until next time.
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