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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky bosom
chasms sufficed with furtherance laden
gifts of living courses tunneling down
from motherly mountains snow-fed
delight toppings by the Almighty
everlasting tears of joyfulness

A wooden bucket welcoming the shedding
edges of joy tickling evanescence seized
accumulates in remnants of an oak tree
sacrifice to tender this righteous wink

A pair of raw souls saunters off and atop
between nature and humankind be its 
a causation of overgrowth naturing
a devoted father beheld visions
ere nights dreamt blueprints
of a raised walkway that'll
be free from the earth
that nears and will
muddle during
rainy bits

A wooden back door with its top half made 
of glass panes that are partway colorfully
stained whereby venturesome peeks
The Bachelor Sun that highlights a
maiden placing a bucket filled
with living waters atop its
confident scaffolding

Humming blends of a mild soprano that
pleasures a coursing of an audience
assembled of bestilled inanimate
sightless to a wandering spirit
ladling fine splashing of 
immersing waters in
metallic holdings
nearly drowns
the voicing

A kettle name changer makes its caring way
to a blackened cast iron stove where
it idles anticipating a fiery embrace
an instants satisfaction appeals
to exiting humming sounds
opening and shutting a
back door to calm

Femineity graces a tree full of yellowish bitter 
orbs that scented stared intensity when 
lookovers are at play and the focus
is The Merengue on meringue
as reaching, tugs to pluck
then an array of clay
pots fresh minty
clump spray
is freed
one

A Welcome mat is stepped and scrubbed off
as the inconsequential door is troubled to
ignorance as it's reared-bumped so to
soften its abrupt closing to skirts
pleating as yellow and green
eases on a sturdy wood
nigh shiny sharpy's
that's purposed

A room goes barren of its occupant as a
humming bestilled to quietude as the
venue exchanges to the adjacent
parlor reserved activity traces
to age in a chair made of
comforting wools as
daintiness bows
to a whisper

"Dad, Mom will be home shortly and
I making some tea and it will be
ready soon then I will bring
it in for us to enjoy and
hopefully mom will
be here okay I'll
be back Dad"

A man well in years staring blankly
at a young woman that he smiles 
with no reasoning or purpose
as absence seals the void 
of a parlor familiarity

Humming restores the adjacent room to
its reawakening delights to a mindful
of self-amusement and resolve to
attend the cool waters be first
trends to a pleasing heat
and safely transfer it
from metal kettle
to a porcelain
fine teapot

A wired mesh gets filled with dried Pekoe
tea leaves that are carefully hung in
a Royal Alberts Chinaware teapot
as a toaster pop-up freshly 
heated wheat that is
swiftly buttered
on porcelain
platters

A car rounds a driveway
and parks to ensuing
car door sounding
and footsteps

That back door again becomes active
"Baby girl where are you?" "I'm out
in the backyard needing a final
touch I'll be in shortly Mom"

A back door closes rearing a Bachelor
Sun shone it set its wedding ring to
Solar beams in accommodating
a most blessed occasioning

A mother wheels in their mentor of love
a daughter places a well-adorned tea
settings of Royal Alberts Chinaware
while Mom opens a store-bought
Teacakes and put on saucers
while her younger half still
smiling pours orange tea
that instant a Pekoe's
redolence's a parlor
and its occupants
handheld loving
prays Almighty
a daughter
a Mom a
Dad ...
He
who
dreamt
a quaint
structure
a daughter
a love mentor
and Tea Time at The Jones
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