A.G.E's Joint

Steam whistled brightly from the tea pot next to the window. Just another fine day at home. A wrinkled hand slips over the handle, while it's partner turns off the gas.  Tea and Scones gets made at 3:00pm. The tin is fetched from the ancient F&M hamper someone had given to them at the hospital. No one knew who had left it, but it came home with her. It was a talisman to the time of no wheelchair. Another iteration in the circular dance. Unknowing eyes stare as the ball drops in the pot. The crockery creamer with a carrot motif sits on the tray unused.  Lips more aware than their owner open as the spoon approaches. Her eyes soften and smile while his dart almost imperceptibly.  Nothing is tracked or timed in this waltz. Sip and nibble interrupted by dabs from the napkin. His lips curl into a half smile as she cleans up the dishes. Goodbyes said, he nods and fades away.  __________________________________________________________________________________...

Gypsy woman Looks deep Into the woman's eyes Saying nothing. Is it real? Or the image Of  tea leaves, Spoonful of sugar?   The image of a train Appears to the woman. "All Aboard! The conductor intones. Which way does it go? Ecstasy or tears? Love or hate? To tell the truth  it is unknown. Gypsy fades from sight As she climbs aboard To another world, Another life.