Tea

Long drive on the Michigan plains

Tea and music and a new hand in mine

Passing the car cemetery --

hundreds of rusty skeletons

visible among the barren

January trees

dusted with snow. 

I drank Darjeeling

so you could have your choice.

You picked 

the moon

and

the stars 

and

the sun.

Cosmos

brewed and poured out

Held to our lips

Greedy somehow.