The Tea Room

The polished mahogany rail
is cool to my touch coming down,
smooth like cut marble, wet with aloe vera.
Potted tropical plants
festoon the dining room
creating candor
in nooks and crannies;
grottos and cubby holes
of I love you
and I love you not,
where deals are cast
and promises made
and secrets revealed
and sometimes traded.

I am not here for them
but to sit alone
with my head against the glass
and cast my eyes to the rain
trickling in rivulets
down the leaded windowpanes.

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