Thai Reflections
The green tea in its blue and white
porcelain tea cup is full of sunlight.
The dark eyed fortune teller’s
delicate hands
pass over the small cup -
swans skimming low
above a green pond.
“She will love you forever”
she says,
one pearlescent nail
tracing my life in the tea leaves.
Then:
“but you will never meet her.”
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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