My mouth militia keeps the birthday cake out and the words in. Dandelions, hello again. Let’s drink tea, dandelion tea.
I do not want to be watched when I sleep, so I will get up and make tea, dandelion tea.
Promenade, friends, promenade! The taste of lemons lingers (I put this here only for alliteration porpoises).
I sit. I knit.
This yarn, I darn.
Loose ends! It’s up to me to fix everything now that everything is ending. These shattered relationships will make a nice scarf for someone just before they lose it out the window.
We will drink tea, you and I, and never grow tired of each other.