A country afar,
a day’s travel away but
not as seen Afar.
A day, a night, a resort,
won’t reveal a people, Afar!
…another one of
those crazy series of days
that seem to run together.
Everything else lost to sight,
time at the speed of light!
Aging does not bow us.
Life events that bring us low,
this is what bows us.
Bowing to lives cut short bows!
Bowing to life’s burden bows!
“Pop, what’s the last number?”
“Numbers grow, then they’ll contract.
Isa, One is the last.
One became two, two became three.
God is one when man is one.”
Teas at the British Shoppe!
Cakes, scones, and pots of tea.
Gone to be no more.
Bought by one without intention,
in silly pretension devoured.
A tanka in honor of the Front Parlor Tea Room that was in the British Shoppe for many years. In addition to true afternoon teas in the Parlor the Shoppe carried teas, tea accessories, and hard to find English food items from bangers through Gentlemen’s Relish to vegemite. As with many unique businesses stamped with the personality of the original owners, well deserved retirement and a move to Florida marked the beginning of the end. Willoughby’s Coffee & Tea is a great source for tea, even a fresh cuppa… But it’s not the front parlor with friends.
Haiku Journey 