Sitting in a café this morning I came up with this short poem; I hope you like it.
Crystals
Crystalline facets glint
flashing come hither signals
from the pale brown surface.
The small pile of rough cubes
call, entreat, tempt.
Gently he caresses the vessel;
savours the exotic aroma
born from the deep red soils
of some distant land.
Glad he didn't add sugar.
John Carré Buchanan
26 September 2013
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