you, me, and tea




after the

tea steeps

let’s pour it,

steaming, into

travel mugs to

drive south

away from

bitter winter

over steeps

across desert

through cities

onto island

where sun

smiles for

sandy miles

where we

hide from

hazy sea-spray




steep dunes,

sipping tea


Mish invites us to write a quadrille (44 words) on word “steep” at dVerse Poets

classic cruisin’


satisfied with life,
white-coiffed couple
tootle down backroads

in their restored shine;
red, white, and chrome
1956 Chevy Thunderbird

out for slow sunset drive
on mid-summer’s evening
thru antiqued countryside.