Holy Tea

a puzzle-piece poem, using random words, and a few of my own, for drop-in poetry workshop

Holy Tea

Who can believe
in practical solutions
when the world offers
pomegranates,
mountain laurel,
and silver wolves.
Better to invite
a friend for holy tea
and a perfect stroll.
Better to take
a precious moment
rapt and wide-eyed
to center and remember
the past
is just outside
your window.
You can strip the house,
tomorrow.



Leftover random words with a few of my own thrown in. I count it good whenever I can use "pomegranate" in a poem.